My Rogue Novels & Stories

I asked, my voice trembling. "It means the moon was waiting for us," Lucian said. He looked at his own hand. The scar was there, identical to mine. "It means we aren't lying anymore, Azzianna. You are mine. And I am yours. Not because of a contract, but because of the blood." The silence in the room was heavy. We stared at each other, the reality of what we had done sinking in. I was no longer a Thorne by marriage. I was something else. I was a Silver-Bane who had chosen a Rogue.

he sighed, “Well, they were criminals…” I mumbled, “Rogues, darlings are not always criminals. My parents were rogue vampires for a while. A rogue is a person who is not in a pack or into society; it does not mean they committed a crime,” he sighed, and I squinted my eyebrows. “Are any of those guys the case?” I asked, and he took a deep breath. “No, two of them attacked a pack and killed several warriors, and the other one robbed a shop and killed the owner,” he said, and I took a deep breath.

one of them snorted. I bit my tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. The air was cold, damp, and carried the metallic scent of blood and smoke. My heartbeat was steady now, not calm, but focused. I needed to think. Needed to understand what was happening. A rogue Alpha. That’s what he had said right? Rogues didn’t have Alphas. They weren’t supposed to. They were wanderers, broken wolves with no loyalty, no structure, no rules. But if they had one now… that meant they were organized and united. That made them dangerous, more dangerous than I had imagined.

"I'll spend the rest of my life repaying that debt. Don't ask me to stop." Rook lounged against the wall near the door with his permanent smirk back in place. He was officially a pack member now, a status he claimed to find deeply embarrassing. "I'm a rogue," Rook had said when Kellan signed the papers. "You can't just file me into respectability." But he hadn't left. And he hadn't stopped calling Bastian "Big Bast" at every opportunity.

I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life. I don't know who my parents are. I don't know if they are dead or alive or if they ever wanted me. I don't know anything about where I came from. All I know is that I have been on my own since before I can remember, stealing and lying and fighting just to stay alive. That is what rogues do. We do the dirty work. The illegal work. The work that packs do not want to admit needs doing. In return, we get money, food. A chance to see another day.

I replied and flipped my hair. We were all done with our meal and sharing stories by the camp fire when one of the warriors, I think his name was Camie, asked " Luna. What did it feel like to be a rogue?" another warrior nudged him hard " Insensitive much?"" Oh no it's fine. It's fine" I said quickly. They kept quiet, " Well for starters, Rogues live their lives on the run most of the time. But that's more common for those who weren't part of a rogue pack, like me, although I did have one--" "--but she was banished" Felix cut in.

"It's been a while since I last had the chance to join the others. I'm not really a hunter anymore, I've been labelled an assassin, and this is the job I do. If you want me to be honest - you are lucky. You are lucky because you get to fight each other and show off your skills while getting little to no injury. My case is a little different. You'd be surprised to see the battle scars I have under these clothes. As an assassin, I can no longer train with humans. I have to keep my senses alert at all times, and for that, there is only one creature I can train with - rogue." Emmy moves a little closer to me and whispers. "Excuse my ignorance, but what are rogues?" Oh, crap. I hadn't expected th

Every other Alpha had been left with no choice but to torture me in order to obtain the information they wanted, but that usually took them at least a month to get anything from me which they could actually use. I had a pretty high pain threshold and could easily go for weeks before anything actually effected my body. I just gave them what they wanted after a month in return they gave me what I needed, which was their full support when the time came. "Why are you rogue?" Jayson asked me. "My pack were slaughtered when I was eighteen. I was happy, just living my life with my family, but that was all taken away from me in one night..." I paused as I brought my head up so that I was looking at

But I promised that I would take her to see her family. Javier drops his defensive stance, responding, “I’m sorry man, it’s just bizarre that you didn’t know..” He looks apologetic. Then explains. “And a Rogue is a wild stray wolf, basically. They don’t have any leader or pack, and most don’t want one. They cause chaos wherever they go and are vicious killers. Ripping people who get in their way to shreds literally! They stank too.” And lil Shawn exclaims, “Yeah, they smell like garbage truck juice!”

, Jake said and stood up to go. " If I were you, I'd go to Paris and never leave her again", he finished softly and closed the door behind him. Maybe he was in love with her. The way she made him feel, clouding his thoughts, leaving him empty among others could only be interpreted as love. But he wasn't good for her. He could he, broken and scarred know how to love? He had been proven to be a rogue so many times, incapable of feeling certain things. Love, if that was the name of how he felt, wasn't for people like him.