Forever Your Rogue Novels & Stories

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.”

Perhaps your rogue is still out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. END OF BOOK EIGHT

I implore, my voice brimming with determination. Sage's voice takes on a measured tone as he dives into the details of the encounter. "The rogue clan was known as the Bloodfangs," he begins, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if reliving the battle. "Their members were highly skilled fighters, each marked with the tattoo of a serpent entwined with a wolf on their wrists—a symbol of their unity and cunning." "They possessed a unique agility and strength," Sage continues, his words painting a vivid picture in my mind. "Their warriors moved with grace, striking swiftly and retreating with an uncanny precision. It was as if they were one with the shadows, blending seamlessly into the night."

I wanted to win this war not just for myself, but for my dad and for my mom who was no longer there. Spenser It was truly infuriating! The fact that I couldn’t get her out of my damn mind at a time when I needed it most to think clearly, as well as the fact that the rogues had mysteriously disappeared! My scouts kept coming back with the same information. Their kingdom was deserted, and the rogues were gone. They didn’t die because there would have been some sign of that.

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.”

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

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.

Untamed. Just like him. I can see a certain kind of wildness in his eyes, and I know instantly that he is a Rogue. He has an edge to him, a wild, dangerous, unpredictable edge. As he stares back at me I notice a moment of confusion. It's like he realized it, too, at the same moment, that maybe…I am his mate. The connection is undeniable. But he quickly shakes it off and gives me a confused look. "Are you a spy?" he asks. "Did they send you to find me?"

“Where is she?” The rogue with the torn ear stepped closer, his fur bristling. “She is with him.” My voice dropped, sharp as a blade. “With who?” The rogue’s lips curled back. “The Shadow Alpha.” Everything inside me went still. “I don’t know that name,” I said, steadying my voice even though my mind raced. “You will,” the rogue rasped. “He waits for you.” I didn’t wait for more. I lunged. The world turned into claws, snarls, ripping fur, broken bones. I tore through the first rogue so fast his body hit the ground before the others even reacted. The second tried to circle me...he didn’t make it more than two steps. The third tried to run.