Is Boruto A Rogue Ninja Novels & Stories

Morfan gaped at me with blank eyes. “His origin is not of a rogue, Prince Hikari. All rogues are lone wolves, but all lone wolves aren’t rogues. Who knows, he could be someone from your Kazumi clan’s lineage?” I said, sipping on my tea with a shrug. Hikari chewed on his inner cheek. He looked in deep thoughts while Morfan looked at me, confused.

Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself. "You can't exactly judge," I replied as I pointed to the guy. "He was part of Moon Shadow prior to their downfall. He just hasn't been fully accepted into the pack," Luca said. I could see his fists clenched at his side and I could hear the way in which he was controlling his breathing which only served to make me smile to myself.

“You think I don’t know that? That’s the problem, Miyuki. He’s not just anyone. He’s the Alpha, and I’m… me.” “And what’s that supposed to mean?” she asks, her tone challenging. “It means I’m a rogue,” I say, my voice dropping. “I’m the outsider. The one everyone looked at like I didn’t belong here. And now, what? Suddenly, I’m supposed to believe that he…” I trail off, unable to finish the sentence.

But Asher had already hung up, turning to the soldiers behind him and coldly ordering, “Add him to the list of people Storm Fang Pack will never work with.” “Yes, Alpha.” Just then, Dorian returned at a quick pace, his eyes bright, clearly having found something. “We’ve identified the kid!” “Which pack is he from?” I asked urgently. I was already 90% sure he was from Ironclaw Pack. If not, then he was one of Helena’s men… “He’s not from any pack. He’s a rogue.” I froze. A rogue? But why would a rogue come after me? Sure, some of them probably thought I was taking away their land by developing this desert, but would they really go this far? Set up such a complex scheme, even going as far as k

Maverick stiffens beside me, his eyes flashing with something I can’t name right now. Ahead of us, branches snap and something massive shifts in the shadows. I catch a glimpse of its eyes, unnatural, red and burning. It’s not a normal werewolf, but a rogue. And it's not a random rogue. Nyx pushes against my skin, desperate to break free. ‘A rogue. Kill him.’ The rogue snarls, his shoulders bulging as he steps into view. His eyes linger on me for a heartbeat, then move back to the ground. I push forward, ready to shift, but in a flash, the rogue lunges away. The trees shake as he crashes through them, gone before I can rip free my claws.

"The last person was the most terrifying. He seemed skilled at using poison. If I hadn't been vigilant, I would've died from the poison." Balaro sneered, "That's someone from Karamon." He looked at the trembling ninja on the ground and gently said, "Alright, you can go." When the ninja stood up, believing he had been granted amnesty, he noticed Yondu standing beside Balaro. The ninja's eyes went lifeless; a needle had been inserted above his head. Yondu respectfully said, "Thank you, Mr. Yamamoto, for granting me a ninja as a familiar. This has always been my wish!"

Nearby, another warrior unleashed a barrage of elemental attacks, commanding the very earth beneath his paws to strike at the rogues with forceful tremors. In a decisive moment, the warrior delivered a precise strike, incapacitating her rogue adversary. Marcus, utilizing his elemental mastery, created a protective barrier that repelled the rogues attempting to breach their defenses. The scarred rogue, witnessing the faltering morale of his pack, hesitated for a brief moment. Limuel, meanwhile, locked eyes with the rogue, their silent communication conveying a profound understanding of the stakes. The beta's every movement seemed deliberate—a dance between predator and prey. He anticipated th

Yet, here I was again, unable to stay away. Seeing her help the rogue stirred questions. I always believed rogues were outcasts but not inherently evil like most did. Witnessing her compassion towards them challenged everything I thought. Rogues weren't supposed to be cared for; they were meant to fend for themselves. Well, that was what everyone brought up in a pack and was made to believe. But Nikita, the Luna of Death, showed them a side of her that was... human. I stayed hidden, my gaze fixed on her delicate movements, the way she gently took the rogue's hand and eased his suffering. It left me baffled yet intrigued.

But at that moment, he was acting purely on emotion, not reasoning. Seeing that someone was finally ready to fight with it, the rogue howled and turned to Leonardo's grey wolf, his heart filled with the image of the promised strength. As long as it killed and ate, he could get stronger. It lunged at Leonardo, aiming to bite his scruff, but the latter dodged and kicked him on the side. Without losing its momentum, the rogue came back into the battle, elongated its claws, and aimed at Leonardo once again. Before it could reach Leonardo with its attack, it combusted, and all its body parts flew in different directions. Shocked, everyone stepped back to see what had caused the explosion, but the

A Rogue. A Rogue is a werewolf without a pack. They often kill any werewolf they encounter; may it be a member of a pack or a similar rogue, like them. They are vicious plunderers. And that same vicious plunderer is right in front of me, deviously smiling. “Others cannot dodge my attack so easily like that. You’re quite good, pup.” He praised me, but I don’t feel good that he did so at all. I’m scared. “W-who are you, Mister?” I tried to sound brave, but aside from stuttering, my voice also cracked.