Is Boruto A Rogue Ninja Novels & Stories

But then, a new figure emerged—a rogue unlike any they had faced before. It was massive, its fur dark as night and its eyes burning with a malevolent glow. It didn’t attack immediately. Instead, it watched, its presence alone sending a ripple of unease through the pack. Garret stepped forward, his voice ringing out. “Who are you?” The rogue’s lips curled into a sinister grin. “The one who ends this.” It lunged, and chaos erupted once more. The pack fought valiantly, but the rogue’s strength was overwhelming. Annabel and Elijah joined the fray, their combined efforts barely holding it at bay.

Not out of control. Watching. Waiting. Rogan stood behind them. Silent. Watching everything. One of the rogues stepped forward. Bigger than the others. Scars covered its body. Its eyes burned with something dark. Not just hunger. Something more. “So,” the rogue said slowly, “we finally found you.” Ariana’s chest tightened. “That’s not possible…” The rogue gave a small smile. “It is.” Kael’s voice dropped. “You’re not touching her.” The rogue ignored him.

“Well?” “He has some… characteristics of a rogue: red eyes, difficulty controlling himself, and bloodlust. Still, Daphne, his mate apparently, can calm him. We brought them back here for safety, but during a break out from the prison, Arthur attacked and hurt several of our patrolmen.” Rex hummed, “Tell me about these rogue characteristics? Is he insane?” Blade shook his head, “No. Not… normally. Perhaps a bit distrusting of us, but he is capable of speech and reason. In the midst of battle, however, his strength is overwhelming and his bloodlust only intensifies his aggressiveness."

Ayra cursed when she realized that she had broken into a pack territory and from the looks of it, they weren't going to let her go just like that. One of the brown wolves growled and signaled to the others. “Surrender Rogue, don't make us use the tough way on you” the other half naked guy on the tree said. “Never, I rather die than surrender” Ayra growled with gritted teeth, she could feel the world around her spinning but she wouldn't succumb to them. “Then we have no other choice” The last thing Ayra saw before she blacked out was the other half naked guy flipping down from the tree.

Their child, born into a world free from the rogue threat, would grow up knowing the sacrifices made by their parents and the importance of unity and strength. troubling reports of increased rogue activity near our borders. They have grown bolder and more aggressive, posing a threat not only to our packs but to the entire region." A hushed murmur spread through the room, as the gravity of the situation sank in. Rogue werewolves were individuals who had either been banished or had chosen to live outside the structured hierarchy of packs. They were known for their lawlessness and unpredictability, often causing harm to innocent humans and supernatural beings alike.

My heart thundered, not with fear, but with the fierce, steady drum of instinct. The rogue broke cover a moment later. He was lean, wild-eyed, his fur half-grown in patches where his body couldn’t hold a full shift. His lips peeled back in a snarl, teeth jagged, eyes bloodshot. A scout, not a fighter but dangerous all the same. He lunged. Steel flashed, snow sprayed, bodies collided. The clearing erupted into chaos.

I send through the mind-link to Bram and Jorin. “I’ll take the one near the woman,” Bram responds. “Understood, I’ll take the leftovers,” Jorin replies, moving to back us up. I lunge at the rogue closest to Reed, claws raking across its shoulder. He yelps and stumbles back. Bram snaps onto the other. His jaws clamp hard as he shakes it violently. Jorin intercepts the second rogue mid-lunge, twisting it to the ground by the throat, pinning it. When he finally raises his head, his teeth are red with blood.

“I used my powers on you and I tapped into yours—” “But I don't have powers.” “No, you don't. But you have rogue blood and that's what I tapped into. It synced with my powers and stitched up your arms.” “I don't understand.” “I told you every rogue has access to our powers and immunity too. You might be vulnerable to normal explosions and fires but you're immune to our powers. Kind of. If I go harder on you, you might get hurt a bit because your rogue side has been suppressed for decades.” I blinked rapidly, trying to hold myself from losing my fucking mind.

“That so?” I swallowed hard but didn’t look away. “Yes.” The rogue smirked. “Then you’re either very brave… or very stupid.” Probably both. Damien’s patience thinned. “Are you going to let us through or not?” The rogue studied him for a long moment. Then, to my surprise, he stepped aside. “Welcome to the borderlands,” he said, grinning. “Try not to get killed.” ⸻ The rogue territory was unlike anything I had ever seen.

“This new Alpha King doesn’t prioritize his palace’s protection. Anyone could slip inside if they were careful enough and watching closely. No wonder the Rogues invaded.” This made me think about Bambi and his thirst to prove himself. I hoped he would take my advice but now that I thought of it, it was like asking him to stop being himself. It was in a Rogue’s nature to fight. A change would have to happen before then to stop him. I had no idea what kind of change was needed and so this was all hopeful thinking.