Idw Rouge Novels & Stories

The moment I turned my head to glance at the figure behind me, he pinned me against the wall and glared deep into my eyes. "Let me go!! What the hell are you doing?" I hissed at Tony as he clasped my hand roughly and pinning me against the wall. "Why? Didn't this tempt you? A fiery one with blazing red hair, I knew something had been wrong with her. You call death around you because you are a witch. Do you know what I learned today when I went to a ghost town? Stay away from a woman who has blood red hair." He was whispering harshly in my ear.

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

"Don't tell my parents I let you catch me. Tell them I fought you. Also, tell them I was wearing shoes. It'll break my mum if she knew I died barefoot." He chuckled and a little drop of humour flashed in his dark orbs. "Duly noted." And the world went black forever. Adrianne's POV I was about to continue walking when someone's hand closed over my arm. Thankfully, I had fast reflexes and I yanked my hand away and was about to bolt when the person spoke in a very soft voice. "Don't run! I'm not going to hurt you." uh-huh I silently said sarcastically. I paused and even though it killed me, I stared at the stranger's face. He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black

“Besides, the people who play the game always leave different. It brings out the worst in people.” “It can also bring out the best.” Adley shrugged, popping another french fry into her mouth. “Just depends on the person.” Iridian was the event of the year, causing excited chatter throughout the world. Open to werewolves only, Iridian is a game designed to trick the mind. Every year twenty invitations were sent at random, delivered to all parts of the world. No one knows the full story on how it began, only that a young Alpha with a penchant for trickery and games started the tradition. History mixed with folklore, weaving a tale of magic and betrayal.

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

“Rouge... harder, please—” I panicked. I needed to get out. I took a shaky step backward, my hand reaching for the doorknob. Rouge stopped. He froze completely mid-thrust, his thick, rigid length still buried deep inside his woman. The woman looked confused. Slowly, terrifyingly, Rouge turned his head over his scarred shoulder. His eyes weren't silver. They weren't icy blue. They were a burning, lethal crimson. The moment his gaze locked onto mine, I felt that again, I am in danger...

Something that told them this was not a regular summons. "Alpha," one of them said, bowing his head. "What do you need?" "What happened here?" I held up the arrow. "Whose blood is this?" The guards exchanged a glance. The second one spoke. "A group of rogues, Alpha. Five of them. They attacked the eastern weapons storage about an hour ago. We fought them off and took them to the dungeon. They are being interrogated now." Five rogues. My mate was a rogue. I should have been concerned. I should have been asking questions about security breaches and border vulnerabilities. I should have been angry.

, Marlow said solemnly. “Alpha Christian Xavier, you have plotted against your people to destroy the harmony we've built over the years. You have been careless with our peace and most especially our safety. And for that I hereby banished you and everybody who chooses to follow you. You're never to return unless you undo what has been done!” He was now a Rogue wolf!

I limped my way to Rogue Camp, no one knows of the Camp as a group of rogues staying together is considered a threat a will be taken out by the wolf council, rogues are lawless and pack less wolves that left their Pack or got sent out by the Alpha due to crimes. So the reason why you'll see us working together is if we have the same goal or we're getting paid for what we're doing. In this case we're working for a Man whom I've never seen his face, but I don't care as long as he pays, The attack on imperial Pack was a fail as we couldn't find what he asked. And he'll be mad "Raven" I said in greeting when I entered his shed. "You're back Dion" he said, we call him Raven as that is his symbol

Crates lined the warehouse floor, filled with weapons and supplies meant to support the joint patrols. Then the howls came. The doors burst open, and shadows poured in—wolves with eyes glowing amber, teeth bared. Rogues. But not just rogues. Aiden’s blood froze. Their jackets bore the silver Veyron crest. Julian’s words crashed back. Strange how rogues wore your insignia. Fury ignited, hot and instant. His wolf surged. Dante. The first rogue lunged. Aiden met him with a fist to the jaw, sending him sprawling into a crate. Another came low, claws raking his thigh. Pain flared, blood hot. He snarled, shoving him back.