Forever Your Rogue Novels & Stories

"More like me… more of us! They'll find you, wolf! You can't stop them!" Lucas snarled, teeth bared. "Who sent you?" The rogue threw a sickening laugh, curling his lips in a sneer, showing his bloody mouth. "They made us this way. They want you… want your pack. You're just the beginning! Lucas's grip turned tighter, and his claws dug deep into the rogue's flesh. "Who? Who is behind this? But the rogue merely coughed, and blood trickled from his mouth. "You'll see… when they come for you…" The body went limp as a last heave of the chest stilled.

“That’s where you’re wrong. It ends here.” Marlus stepped in, pressing his blade to the rogue’s throat. “Talk, or you won’t leave this Pack House alive.” The rogue’s resolve cracked, and his lips twisted into a bitter smirk. “You’ll never stop him. He’s always a step ahead.” I slammed the Rogue to the floor, my claws grazing his neck as I fought to keep control. My wolf wanted blood, but I needed answers. “Where?” I snarled. He choked on a laugh, his eyes glazing over. Whatever loyalty Aiden had bought was deep.

Callum agrees to my request and the door to his compartment was unlocked for me to step in, the Rogue raised his head to see who walked into his cell, however, the instant he sees me the Rogue laughs menacingly in a loud voice, he was battered with injuries all over his body courtesy to Callum and his men, blood sprouting out of his mouth as he began to speak. “ It is you, Liam Torres!” “ I see you know me,” “ Everybody knows you, Alpha of the Waterfall pack, We all believe one day our mission to put an end to you will finally happen.” the Rogue voiced out with hatred in his eyes, “ You should pray more for your mission to happen, Rogue,” I said lazily, “ Rogue, yes I am Rogue because you ma

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

The dew-covered grass appears to be covered in a layer of silver as the light from the moon above reflects off the dewdrops. I almost sigh in relief at the sight of it. But a shadow flickers on the ground and I freeze, my bow already poised and ready to shoot. The all-too familiar black leather with the silver raven emblem of the rogues stitched into the back comes into view, making my head spin. A rogue called me here. . . It’s clearly a male from the broadness of the shoulders and the cropped dark hair. Blood soaks his left arm, and I could see from the way the shoulders heave with each breath that he is in pain.

He trailed off and the room that was quiet before became even quieter. Celia became frozen in anticipation, anxiety killing her. She could feel the sweat as it rolled slowly down her forehead and surprise floated throughout her body when her scent greeted her from a distance... The mask was wearing off, she had to get out of here, but not now, not yet, she had to see, she had to know... Xavier was suppose to be hers, he was suppose to choose only her, he was... Tears blurred her vision, and she took a shaky step back when Kail looked over at her. He sniffed the air, his eyes widening in recognition as he whispered. “A rogue...you’re a rogue.”

Someone else. “Blood Moon Alpha!” the rogue called out, his voice ringing with authority. “You need to leave. This land doesn’t belong to you.” Dorian responded with a low growl, “This land has belonged to the packs for generations, long before rogues like you came along.” The rogue showed his teeth in a growl. “And who was it that drove us out? Who was the first to spill our blood? We’re only trying to protect what little remains.” Kyle felt a push in his chest.

“Right there. In the open. Where everyone can see what happens when you cross me.” The phone buzzes again on the desk, another update coming in, and my pulse jumps. I grin. “Move everyone,” I say. “Tonight.” “Rules,” Lena asks. “There are none,” I say. “Only the hunt.” I picture Eli Blackwood boxed in by noise and lights and fragile lives, and my hands curl into fists. “I am not a coward,” I say softly. “And I do not care who dies learning that.”

Or force. It felt older. Like something ancient had been asleep inside me. And now... it wasn’t. I clenched the water bottle tighter. I needed answers. Now more than ever. Marcus better come through with those records. If the Council wanted me dead badly enough to brand rogues, then whatever they were hiding - whatever they knew - was huge. *** As night fell over the western woods, the wind whispered through uneasy trees. Far from camp, in a clearing soaked with blood, a rogue lay dead. And in the dirt beside his corpse, a new sigil burned - etched in black flame. A warning and a calling.

As a rogue, there was never a luxury of time to heal. Time was spent on self-teaching through trial-and-error of which territories belonged to other rogues; which rivers were shared and which were not; and most importantly, how to run past packs in large numbers without being detected. It was a cold, dark world. What Tate is giving her now merely through his words and presence was an assurance that she hadn’t felt since she was casted out, and that was a very long time ago.