Lonely Rogue's Love Novels & Stories

Gross, this guy just does not give up. Spinning on my toes, I turn and look the rogue in the eyes. Anger is coursing through me at this point, and I am sure that my eyes are glowing silver. "I told you to get lost," I growl at him. He takes a step back from my growl and he stares at me. "Well, well, well. You don’t smell like a wolf," he says sniffing my hair.

Gosh, what am I doing? I hear a rough chuckle. I gulped at the sight. MY. GOD. His adam's apple moved, earth please please swallow me. I have officially lost my mind. " I am Ros Miller, a rogue wolf," he says in a serious making me frown. A rogue? Ruined everything including the mood is ruined. He can't be my mate. No, not now, in fact never. I am never mating with a stranger, not even in my wildest dreams.

the rogue said and punched Maxwell. Lovey wanted to go in front of Maxwell to block him, but she was too scared to move, so she just screamed. The next moment, she saw Maxwell turn sideways lightly and easily dodged the rogue’s fist. Then, Maxwell punched from the bottom up, sending the rogue flying. Lovey’s jaw dropped. As she watched the rogue’s body fly up in a parabola and land two meters away from her with a loud crash, she was so shocked that she could not speak.

The Mistbane territory thrived under our care, and we had each other—stronger, wiser, and forever bonded. And as we stood together, hands clasped, hearts aligned, the first light of a new dawn touched the horizon, painting everything in gold. Our story was no longer about survival or struggle. It was about love, power, and peace—and it would last forever. “After all, I was once just an exiled rogue, a soul who had fallen to the savage beast within. I was far from perfect—but we were perfect for each other. And that was more than enough.”

This was why Liam was known as the strongest Alpha—raw power seemed to radiate from him with each calculated movement. Liam grabbed the rogue by his collar, dragging him to the edge of the roller coaster tracks. The metal railings creaked under their combined weight, the rogue's body now half-hanging over the precipice. "Last chance," Liam's voice was a low growl. "Who sent you?” A defiant smile spread across the rogue's bruised face. "I'll never tell." In a move that mirrored the rogue's earlier action with Isla, Liam simply pushed. The rogue plummeted down the tracks, his body twisting in mid-air. Isla gasped, expecting to hear the sickening thud of a fatal impact.

I got down on my knees in front of her and leaned my forehead against hers. “You’re safe now.” I whispered. “It's okay, my love. You survived.” A sob left Sally's lips, so I got up and pulled her into my lap. “They tortured her.” I said while cradling Sally in my arms. “The Midnight Pack usually tries to take advantage of Rogues that come into the territory. If there is someone out there looking for the Rogue, they can have them back. It comes with a price of course, so the Midnight Pack could profit from it.”

Ronan I sat in my office going through multiple books aged long. I needed to find something, anything that will at least help me make out what would become out of my mate bond. At the thought of her, the mark that was imprinted in my wrist tingled. Fucking crescent moon stood as a glaring reminder that the fate of the moon hung heavily on our heads and we had no fucking idea what to do. We were both thrown into a thing that was so much bigger than us. Add that to the fact that the rogues were striking more frequently, moving in groups. That was an anomaly. Rogues were not pack animals. They were lone wolves, a punishment for whatever crimes they had committed that made them rogues in the fir

My razor-sharp claws sliced through his flesh, bone, and muscle, plunging deep into his chest Before he could even scream, my claws locked around his beating heart. With one jerk, I ripped his heart straight out of his chest, tearing his sternum completely open. Warm, dark red blood burst out, spraying across my silver fur and coating the grass. I tossed his heart onto the dirt like a piece of garbage.

Rogue king cooed with no remorse in his voice. " You know how much I Love you and seeing this sexy body of yours I lost control." The Rogue king said trying to stop the witch from crying. " It's okay. I love you too" The witches replied in her hoarse voice believing his words totally blinded by his fake love. " I knew you'd understand" The Rogue king Smirked as he leaned down and stare into her eyes. " I can't wait to marry you" the witch murmured not noticing the disgust in Rogue king's eyes.

My movements produce no sound, but even the forest feels the silent wrath. The rogue doesn’t sense me coming, not until it’s too late. I appear, suddenly, in front of him, forcing him to a stop. The rogue’s paws run over each other, and he loses momentum. The next few seconds happen in slow motion. A very conscious Lia, cries out, her hands searching frantically for anything to hold on to as the rogue falls. His dirty fur comes loose on her fingers as terror fills her chest. I watch Lia brace herself, preparing for the worst, tears sliding slowly down her cheeks.