Matt Rogers Novels & Stories

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

“Petrakis. I never thought I would see the day I received your call. “ The man on the other end said. “Rossi. Remember that favor you owe me? “ “Straight to business then. You finally want to collect? “ “Yes. A woman is looking for employment in your company. Her name is Hazel Thompson. I want you to cancel her interview. “ There was silence on the other end of the line. I almost thought the douche had fucking hung up on me. But Rossi was a smart man. He knew better than to disrespect me. “Is that how you want to call in your favor? “ He had a point. I could need him for something else–something more important–more important. Fuck, Hazel was back in my life for less than thirty minutes and s

"Yes, I can say that,' Alexandro said. “I won’t join your manhunt, if that’s what you’re asking. But I will tell you this—there are others out there. Beyond my kingdom. Beyond yours. Not all creatures respect our war or our women.” Alexandro’s eyes narrowed. “You know something.” “I know rumors. I’ve heard whispers of a new power rising from the east. A rogue named Maeron. Not a wolf. Not quite human. Something... older. I thought he was a myth.” “Why would a myth take my mate?” Valerian’s expression darkened. “You’ll have to find that answer yourself.” Alexandro’s jaw tightened. He didn’t trust Valerian. He never would. But what he said sounded real.

A tall man appeared behind the door with a small smile curving his lips upwards. "Sorry for interrupting. But we thought it best if we checked on your progress, sir," the man said. He smiled brightly at me, but I could immediately tell by his cold blue eyes that there was no warmth behind the smile. "Who are you?" I demanded angrily as he approached, glancing quickly between the boy and the man with suspicious eyes. He tilted his head slightly, looking confused. "My name is Roger. I am one of the most respected members of the organization and one of the top agents working for the organization, if not the top agent. It's nice to meet you."

“Ahem. Good morning everyone and I wish you all a wonderful day. As you know, I am Matthew Dragunov, the newest Dragon Emperor of Destruction after inheriting my ancestor’s power. I have heard the many questions you all have and am here to answer them. As of now the Scarlett Empire remains our enemy. Although my friend here inherited the Scarlett Witch’s legacy, she is not an ally of the Scarlett Empire either. We both seek no quarrel with any one, but we will not simply stand idly if you seek to harm us.” Matthew moved aside and let Rose take his place. She continued, “hello everyone, I am Rose Roosevelt. As Matthew said, I mean no harm to any one. I do not belong to any factions aside from

I pull my legs up, wrapping my arms around my knees and staring steadily at the blank television screen. “Does the tv work?” I ask, my voice shaking a little despite myself. “I…don’t know…” Roger replies, his tone curious. “Do you want me to try it?” “Mmmhmm!” I say, my hum an octave higher than it would usually be. Slowly, Roger stands up and moves to the TV, treating me to the opportunity to scan the broad muscles of his back, which sweep downward to a trim waist. He even has two little dimples on either side of his spine right above his perfect ass…

Winters looked torn, glancing between Roger and us, wringing his hands as if he wanted to intervene but didn't dare. I stood there coldly, watching it all unfold, the last bit of trust I had in my mother beginning to waver. If Roger had nothing to do with our family, where did he get the nerve to act so high and mighty? If there wasn't someone backing him… well, I'd eat my own words. Tim tugged at my sleeve and whispered, "Matt, maybe… just let it go. I don't want to cause you any trouble." I patted his hand firmly. "This isn't your fault—and it's not trouble. What's ours, no one gets to take away."

“Be that as it may; please allow me to sit as a stand in to the throne. Things must move forward if peace is to be made across England. The rogues ignore laws, packs follow their own customs-“ “The Rogues are not the problem! It is unjust treatment of free wolfkin that is.” It was the first time I heard Carter Speak, his voice deep and reverberating around the room. A few of the onlookers nodded along with him, making me pause and sniff the air subtly.

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.