Forever Your Rogue Novels & Stories

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.

"If you don't reject him, I'll have to declare him a rogue and banish him from this pack. We don't need him here." "You can't do that father. He is your subject! You can't maltreat your pack members for no reason! That will be outrageous!" I yelled. I couldn't believe my ears. Being declared a rogue was the worst thing that could happen to a werewolf — aside from being rejected. A rogue was an outlaw, one without a pack. He was sent out of his home to roam about the deadly forest alone. Rogues were helpless wolves without the protection of an alpha and they were open to any attack whatsoever

"You are right. He is using your mate bond to suck all the magic from you. In a few hours you will barely be human; that's if you're not dead before that..." "Why are you telling me this?" I asked. The rogue turned toward his friends. "Because," he said, a sinister smile spreading over his cracked and dry lips. "That is the reason I am here. I am going to kill you..." The next moment, more rogues made their presence known, and they popped their heads in at every possible corner. I could smell their excitement. I could sense their intense desire to have me dead. Will I be able to survive and defeat the rogues? Or will it all be in vain?

"Just me," Greyson croaked. "You know it's the smart thing to do. There's no point in slaughtering a whole pack." "You think I care about how many people I have control over? Do you think I care about that when my mate is lying dead in my arms!" Rogue roared. He threw Greyson to the side, kicking him onto the floor. "You will all die! I will kill you all for what you have done. None of you will live to see next week." Rogue looked down at Stacey and brushed her hair away from his face, smiling down at her. "Everything I will do to this pack will be for you, my love," he whispered. "I promise, I will make them suffer." He then walked towards the woods, not looking back at the pack. "If any of

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she

Veyra fought like a demon unleashed now, her earlier freeze buried under fury, cleaving through a rogue that got too close. I moved with them, arrow after arrow finding marks, but the numbers pressed us. One rogue broke through on the right, its cursed claws grazing my arm before Draven yanked me back, his sword finishing it. "I told you to stay with me!" "And I told you to listen!" I shot back, the sting in my arm ignored as I scanned for the next threat. The wards' fire was dimming, the rogues growing bolder as their forms began twisting even further – jaws unhinging wider, eyes flaring brighter. The curse fed on the chaos, turning them into relentless engines of the old wars' hate.

A rogue—tall, scarred, with eyes that gleamed red in the flickering light—emerged from the haze. I shifted mid-stride, bones snapping, muscles tearing, the pain as sharp and familiar as breathing. Erebus exploded from within me, claws raking the floor as he launched himself forward with a howl of pure rage. The rogue didn’t stand a chance.

Perfect attack. The creature looked down at himself to see the scratch. And my eyes went with it. I looked closely at the spot where claws had drawn deep lines in the rogue’s belly. Then I saw it—seeping out. Green blood. Matching the green eyes. Shit! No! Grey had no chance. At all! This rogue had been in this Orphtra state for at least fifteen years. The Orphtra had eaten so deep into it. I had seen something like this time and again; a wolf like Grey doesn’t get a chance. And that scratch right there, on the belly—it would only ignite the fire inside this rogue.

It perfectly fits the image of the Rogue werewolf race that I have learned and heard from stories about their sudden emergence, and how they only took three years to conquer the entire Elden continent. It has been one hundred years since then, and the Rogue kingdom only continues to grow bigger and stronger that the various races of the Elden continent could only bow down and accept their tyranny. Our Celeste werewolf race, a descendant of one of the six first werewolves created by the moon god, was also one such race that could only hide in our territory in the emerald forest to follow the wills of the Rogue kingdom, whether it is about following their decrees and sending up tributes.