Krogan Without Armor Novels & Stories

Alisha's POV I saw under the night sky, my pack was covered in flames everywhere, and the air was filled with the constant cries of pain. My warriors were being attacked by rogues, their blood staining the ground, but they remained fearless, bravely picking up their weapons to continue the fight. However, the rogues seemed to possess an undead-like ability. They were shrouded in an ominous black mist, making them seemingly impervious to attacks. Even when bleeding, they felt no pain or avoidance. These rogues had become pure fighting machines.

He looked down at the body and placed the small figurine in the boy's hand. " Rest in peace Icarus. I swear. I’ll avenge you." Kronos stood up as a new scent reached his nose, a smell he didn't know. Moments later, a patrol of four Imperial soldiers wearing black armor approached him. The armor had a pointed helm with two squared holes leaving the eyes minimally exposed. Attached to the top was a tiger head shaped ornament piece.The shoulders were rounded, very long and enormous. They were decorated with two curved animal horns on each side, placed on the front and backside.

“Yes, he needs us. For now. What happens to us when he no longer needs us??? What have you gotten us into?!!!” Before I could say anything, several Lycan knights – dressed in black head to toe, appeared. In the light, their armor glistened with SCALES???? What was that???. These looked like dragon scales. Is the Dark Lord working with dragons??? And if so, does First Dragon know of this??? The knights, whose faces I could not see, looked extremely intimidating. I could not tell if they were all male warriors, as most looked almost identical. Standing over 6.5 feet, their long muscular bodies were adorned with various swords and daggers, some other interesting weapons I had never seen. Each h

I ask, frustrated and upset with his lack of focus on the task at hand. “Could you read them to me?” he requests. I sigh, but do as he asked. “September 10th, 8:05am. Five rogues attacked the warriors on guard duty along the southernmost perimeter. All rogues were killed. Two warriors sustained shallow scratches. One on the arm. The other on the leg. The battle lasted for–” I cut off with a squeak as I feel something warm and wet touch the back of my neck. He licked me. Tyler licked me!

I thought I was destined to be alone forever, the life of a Sigma. “Wow!” he said when he saw me enter. “You look beautiful!” I smiled at him. He must be blind, I am nothing to look at, and these clothes are basic at best. Still better than the rags of a Sigma, the rags he is used to seeing me in. My blonde hair is still short, but slowly growing in. It was time for my monthly cut before I left. All Sigmas heads are shaved monthly to take away their beauty.

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.

The resonance link between them flickers, thin as a thread. “Stay together!” she yells, forcing herself upright. “Circle formation, now!” They obey, crawling through debris and flame until they find each other. Nella’s arm bleeds from shoulder to wrist, her water power sputtering into steam. Taro limps, half his armor melted. Lira coughs blood but still lifts her hands, the air around her trembling. Mia gathers them with a look. “We fight until I say stop.” The Rogue King stands in the center of the devastation, shadows swirling around him like a living storm. His cloak has burned away, revealing skin carved with runes that pulse red. Every breath he takes drags the darkness tighter to his b

He sighed, "You lost your sanity, Nyra. You're a dead case. No one can save you. Not even yourself.” “Really? Let’s see about that then.” I replied. “Fine. Take your time talking, because after I get crowned, you’ll be disposed away like trash, and the first thing I’ll discard is your tongue-” Suddenly, I smelled my other brother, Brian, coming near. “Ceylan.” “Who dares to cut me off?” Ceylan yelled. Brian proceeded, not even quivering with fear, “The Ravager is nearing our territory.” Ravager? If I heard it right, that’s the growing rogues who have taken some territories in the north. Their target might be us…

That means I am now hated not just by my pack but by everyone and every Pack. No one sees a rogue and shelters them or becomes close to them. Rogues are enemies to all and hated by all. They can be killed by other werewolves as meat and no one would say a word. That's why I have become a newly transformed rogue with a weak wolf who would not be able to do a thing if we get attacked by one pack or my rogue also. But it was better to die outside the pack than to die in the hands of my own pack, staring into the eyes of the ones I call family. I would rather die out here

Their eyes burned with determination, their muscles rippling as they dodged and countered the rogue's attacks. I noticed one of the storm pack's warriors, a massive wolf with a scar across his face, his powerful jaws snapping at any rogue that dared come close. On the other side, the rogues were savaging, a disorganized mass of fur and fangs. Their eyes were wild with desperation and rage, and they attacked with reckless abandon. They outnumbered the Storm Pack warriors, but their lack of coordination was evident. Each rogue fought for themselves, lashing out at anything that moved.