Forever Your Rogue Novels & Stories

“And of course, you don’t want to mark me because you don’t want to take your throne back.” “I don’t know what I want to do yet. I have no support. No army. It’s not that easy.” “What about these rogues Monty spoke about? What is a rogue anyway?” “A rogue is a packless wolf. It’s not that easy. Rogues aren’t warriors. By the time I have them trained and ready for a war, Caspian would know and we’d all be dead. Well, not you and me…we’d only wish we were dead.”

It echoed unnaturally, bouncing off the cavern walls. She stopped, scanning the darkness. “Show yourself!” The rogue stepped forward, his golden eyes gleaming. He carried Clara like a trophy, her limp body hanging from his claws. “I knew you’d come,” he said, dropping Clara unceremoniously to the ground. Annabel’s growl rumbled low. “Let her go.” The rogue laughed. “Let her go? She’s already mine. Just like the rest of them will be.” Annabel moved fast, her claws slashing at the rogue’s face. He sidestepped easily, catching her wrist and twisting it painfully.

Haro throws me the keys, " get in a follow behind our vehicle, we'll take you as far as the highway and you're on your own from there okay, and as we said not a word to a soul about us understood? " " I will guard our secret with my life Haro " " very good, make sure you do that and be back before time runs out on you because if you're somewhere and rogues scent you, they will not hesitate to kill you Beau, and before you ask a rogue is a wolf that does not belong to a pack and being away from the packs destroys their minds, they lose their humanity slowly which makes them very dangerous and you can know a rogue by their scent, they smell like rotting meat "

"I'll spend the rest of my life repaying that debt. Don't ask me to stop." Rook lounged against the wall near the door with his permanent smirk back in place. He was officially a pack member now, a status he claimed to find deeply embarrassing. "I'm a rogue," Rook had said when Kellan signed the papers. "You can't just file me into respectability." But he hadn't left. And he hadn't stopped calling Bastian "Big Bast" at every opportunity.

“He’s not hiding anymore.” “He never was,” the rogue replied, eyes fixed on the horizon. “He’s trying to reclaim what we buried.” “Will he remember?” asked another. “Not if I break him first.” There was a beat of silence. Then: “You fear him.” The rogue stopped walking. “I don’t fear him,” he said slowly. “I fear what’s inside him.” “You were like him once,” said the first shadow. “A vessel.” The rogue’s voice dropped. “No. He’s not a vessel. He’s the storm we locked away. I’m just the key they made to stop him.”

Midi stumbled with a low whine as she bled from her belly but she shook off her fur like doing that would shake off the pain. That was another dangerous thing about rogues, They didn’t know when to stop, and they usually wouldn’t unless they’re dead. A rogue could have their guts out, and be five minutes from death but still be fighting like they were in perfect health. They could be that irrational, which is why, even with the fatal blow I gave to her, she still came after me. And why even as I had done that move, she still lunged for me in the same way instead of changing tactics. I got down low to do the same move on her again, but I saw the claw she had been aiming at me from her hind le

Kai POV The rogues hit like a storm unleashed from the very fog itself. Dozens of them, lean and feral, bursting from the treeline with silver-tipped claws glinting in the dying light. Their eyes glow an unnatural crimson, pupils slit like serpents, dilated with a hunger that’s more curse than instinct. They move with horrifying coordination, darting in pairs and threes, cutting through the mist like arrows aimed straight for Liora. Atlas roars inside me, the sound tearing out of my throat as I shift mid-stride, bones snapping and reforming in a blaze of silver-tipped black fur. I launch myself at the lead rogue, jaws clamping around its throat with bone-crushing force. Hot blood sprays acro

I could feel all three pair of eyes behind me but if its something both Noel and I learned a long time ago is, we do not take our eyes of our enemy until we killed them. The rouge started trashing and tried to shift but from the silver infused rope and the cut on his leg he couldn't, we watched as he twist and wiggle trying to loosen the rope. After ten minutes Noel yawned and that's our signal to finish up. Flipping the dagger up in the air and catching it by the blade I raised it to toss at the rogue but he started shouting for me to stop, "stop, stop, stop, look I don't know much, all I know is he is trying to get a young girl, he says she's some sort of magical white wolf and he's workin

The rogue’s body went limp in my jaws, and I threw him aside, my eyes sweeping the battlefield. But this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. Behind me, I heard Alex’s voice, calm but urgent. “Lily, we need to move! There’s more of them coming!” I turned to see a larger group of rogues advancing, their eyes glowing with an eerie light. They were led by a massive figure, his dark fur nearly blending into the night. His eyes, however, were unmistakable fiery red, filled with an ancient hunger. This was the one they had all been waiting for. The true leader.