Lonely Rogue's Love Novels & Stories

"Love is a dangerous illusion." The rogue's words echoed in my mind as I stood in the clearing, my heart pounding. The night was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, and the full moon cast long shadows across the forest floor. I clenched my fists, staring at the man who had guided me, who had whispered secrets in the dark, who had sworn to help me escape Lucien’s grasp. The rogue—Joren. His emerald eyes glowed under the moonlight, and the smirk he wore sent a chill down my spine.

For two years, Ronan Draven has lived as a ghost. Once known as the pack messenger, he vanished after making the biggest mistake of his life—helping his uncle, Jacob Draven, the ruthless Rogue King who turned innocent Rogues into mindless ferals. Jacob is dead… But Ronan's guilt isn't. Now, he hunts every Alpha involved in Jacob's dark experiments, determined to destroy whatever remains of his uncle's legacy. Until one mission changes everything. Hidden behind a secret door in the room of an Alpha he has just killed, Ronan discovers a frail, broken young woman who should never have been there. Adalia. She has no memory of her past. No pack. No wolf. And somehow, she is h

“Then you can send him mine.” The rogue chuckled darkly. “He knew you would follow.” Of course he did. That was the entire point. Ronan stepped beside me, his own claws gleaming in the dim light. “You talk too much.” The rogue’s grin widened further. “Oh, but we must. The master enjoys games.” Marcus roared. “I don’t.” I moved first.The forest blurred around me as Marcus surged forward. The first rogue barely had time to raise its claws before my hand tore through its throat.

How dare they think lowly of me just because I am a woman when I am much more powerful than hundreds of them combined? I love killing Rogues using the abilities that I have and one of them is to control lightning. That's what they get for laying their filthy hands on me. They deserve to be tortured, but they're lucky enough that I'm in a hurry or they'll die an excruciating death.

(Ares POV) Our car slowly entered in the Rogue Alpha’s territory and my heart was thudding loudly against my ribcage. I don’t want to let down my father because It is the first time in my life that he asked me something and I didn't have the power and courage to say no to him. Although, I said Yes to him but I didn’t know a bit about this alpha, whom I was supposed to meet and convince to sign a deal with us. It was near to impossible but I have no other way. Father already informed me that he asked every single alpha for help but they all refused to offer any help to us, It was our last hope. I take a few deep breaths to calm my erratic heart. A big white and grey color building was standin

To patients. A young warrior, his arm bandaged thickly, stiffened when he saw me. I knelt beside his bed without hesitation. “You fought bravely,” I told him. “But bravery doesn’t mean you heal alone.” His eyes filled, and he nodded. Rogue recently attacked the Red moon pack. He is one of the warriors that fight. By the time I left, exhaustion settled deep into my bones, but it was the satisfying kind. The kind that came from purpose. Damon, the warrior assigned by the elders to accompany me, remained quiet as we returned to the palace. He observed everything, reporting nothing aloud. A watcher. A judge.

As wolves, we heal faster than humans no doubt but there are some severe injuries or conditions which needed proper treatment and as rogues we lacked that so Lena joining us is like an extra bonus. Another young wolf joined us when we went hunting. His name is Marcus, he saved Lena from a scout on patrol. Lena was inexperienced, a new rogue who left her pack because she was being forced to marry the old beta of her pack. He lost his wife and mate when giving birth and also lost his humanity that day. He wanted Lena because of her healing and caring nature so she could tend to him. Lena ran out because of his aggressive nature. And that was how she found us. Being a healer, she had barely any

"I don't know what you mean." "I think you do." Voss set his cup down with a soft clink. "Tell me about the rogue. Bastian Crowne. He claimed you, didn't he? In the cave. You felt the bond snap into place. You felt his pain. His rage. His loneliness. You're feeling it right now, aren't you?"

Luke yells at us, clearly showing his distaste with our public display of affection. My dad and the warriors finally make it back and shift. Logan hands everyone some gym shorts and they change while panting heavily. “Alpha Lawrence, Beta George. I went to the woods and followed the scent of a Rogue. I believe it is ex Alpha Shane from the Knight Moon Pack. From the sound of the howl I think he felt his mate’s death through the bond, even after rejection.”

“And of course, you don’t want to mark me because you don’t want to take your throne back.” “I don’t know what I want to do yet. I have no support. No army. It’s not that easy.” “What about these rogues Monty spoke about? What is a rogue anyway?” “A rogue is a packless wolf. It’s not that easy. Rogues aren’t warriors. By the time I have them trained and ready for a war, Caspian would know and we’d all be dead. Well, not you and me…we’d only wish we were dead.”