Forever Your Rogue Novels & Stories

If it were before she would have been happy and would have started making plans to push them away further but now she just felt sorry for Damien. Far away, deep within the jagged borders of the rogue territory, the atmosphere was entirely different. There was no emotional grief here, only the cold, unyielding precision of an incoming tide. Inside the sprawling stone hall of the rogue stronghold, a massive map of the territories was laid across a heavy iron table. The Rogue King stood over it, a piece of charcoal balanced between his scarred fingers. He traced a line connecting the western perimeter of Shadowfang to the neutral territories.

“Then you can send him mine.” The rogue chuckled darkly. “He knew you would follow.” Of course he did. That was the entire point. Ronan stepped beside me, his own claws gleaming in the dim light. “You talk too much.” The rogue’s grin widened further. “Oh, but we must. The master enjoys games.” Marcus roared. “I don’t.” I moved first.The forest blurred around me as Marcus surged forward. The first rogue barely had time to raise its claws before my hand tore through its throat.

Kael barked. Lyra’s hand reached for her dagger, but I pushed her gently back. “Stay behind me.” And then everything exploded at once. Dark rogues burst from the trees, shadows ripping free from the underbrush with feral howls. Their eyes glowed a sickening violet—the mark of corrupted wolves. I didn’t hesitate. My sword was in my hand before the first rogue launched itself at us. “KAEL—LEFT!” I shouted. Kael pivoted, his blade slicing into the rogue mid-air, sending blackened blood spraying across the leaves.

This is like a mob visit. "You wish you could handle me. Besides, I don't like weak, frail, and disgusting old men. They don't have enough backbone for a ROGUE like me! " I growl, my grey blue eyes glowing with purple flakes. I yelled through the door. I knew challenging his manhood and telling him I was a rogue knocking on his packhouse door would draw him out. Stupid Alpha.

"Give me one reason to finish what you started five years ago." Torin lay panting, blood dripping from his split lip onto the polished white stone, his eyes darting frantically toward the Council Elders. "Tell him!" Torin choked out, glaring at the old men shrinking back in their carved seats. "Tell him the Council ordered it! You all signed off on the rogue clearance!" Kaelen didn't look at Torin. He stood directly in front of the primary broadcast lens, his broad shoulders squared and his tactical armor stained with dust and dried blood. He activated the public frequency.

Gross, this guy just does not give up. Spinning on my toes, I turn and look the rogue in the eyes. Anger is coursing through me at this point, and I am sure that my eyes are glowing silver. "I told you to get lost," I growl at him. He takes a step back from my growl and he stares at me. "Well, well, well. You don’t smell like a wolf," he says sniffing my hair.

"With this kiss, I bind you to my heart and no one- nothing will ever break this cable of love, not even death." "You are raving crazy!" "Speak no more, love."

"Unfortunately, being a creation of a lesser God made Raguel not immune to defeat. He met his match when he encountered the dangerous werewolf tyrant, Crustblood the Terrible, a descendant of Argo who was also a powerful wizard. Crustblood's wolf, Draven, was a strong and cunning creature. During the battle, Draven deceived Raguel, by pretending he had lost and was lying helpless on the ground. As Raguel approached him, Draven used forbidden magic and devoured the lesser deity. This act instantly endowed Draven with immense power and a desire for independence, establishing his own will. He trapped his human in the depths of his mind and consumed his soul as well. "Draven transformed into a l

Sike and Nessa were closer to the entrance, like they always were, ready to run if something came. Just a dream. The same dream. The one I had been having for as long as I could remember. I wiped the sweat off my face and tried to slow my breathing. It never got easier. Every time I saw that woman fall, every time I heard that little girl scream, I woke up feeling like I had been the one hit by that arrow. . . . My name is Lila. I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life.

Sweetly I slowly turned around and began to lower to a kneeling position only to swipe out my leg knocking him off balance before standing back up with my foot on the alpha’s throat slowly pressing downwards. "Lastly, I. CANNOT. BE. COMMANDED." I growled, although I still did not have my wolf, I could still sound the part. " for those who want to rely solely on their inherent ability to command rather and gain the trust, loyalty and following of their subordinates then know your audience" I said to the crowd with my foot still pressed to the alpha’s throat. Looking down at him and then back at the crowd I stated, "I am a rogue for all intents and purposes. I do not adhere to commands and thu