My Rogue Novels & Stories

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

Flavia was just grabbing at straws at that point. “I did not take you for one to assume.” I brought Flavia a step closer, nothing coming to mind to defend myself. My thoughts swirled and I found Rogue girl’s face coming to mind again. She was so fragile yet such a force at the same time. She had confidence that I did not even know where it came from. As for being powerful, something told me I did not know a single thing about her and I did not even want to. Her face flashed again and something stilled in me.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

What does the term 'Rogue' mean to you? To some, it may mean a person that has been dishonest or disloyal. A person willing to go against the norm. To others, it could mean a person that's been cast out due to their savage or destructive tendencies. But to me, a rogue is just a person that has been condemned to live a life outcast from everyone else. A rogue is a person that's forced to fight for their survival on a regular and constant basis.

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I didn't mean to be rude but interrupting your special day and staining the dress of your beautiful bride. It's just that it's been a while since I saw you. Jackson Will Smith. The bravest and fastest. They've praised you rather frequently for being known as a rogue that made his own pack. You're notorious to us, just as we're to you." He asked with a scornful look. He shifted his gaze to mine and smiled ruefully.

I need to get away from here. ‘We don’t know anywhere in this kingdom. It’s so big, and we’ve been running without seeing its borders. I don’t want them to think of us as rogues.’ ‘A rogue?’ I asked. ‘What’s that?’ ‘A rogue is a wolf without a pack, and they are killed on the spot.’ ‘What! Really!’ ‘Yes. Since you know this, we should go back.’ I didn’t want to live like this anymore. I wanted to escape from him. Why was everything working against me? Why was the moon goddess so wicked to me?

And that's when I saw him, seated in the corner of the room, looking at the menu. A man that looked like he was in his early thirties, with hair held up in a bun, around six feet tall and a body only the gods could have sculptured. I picked up his scent and could already tell that it was off. His scent made me uneasy, as he was probably untamed and I could sense that he was a man trying to blend in while the wild still clung on to him. He was a Rogue. A wolf without a pack that roamed the forests looking for anything that he could get his hands on.

"You look like a rogue right now." I blinked up at him. A small smile touched the corners of my lips for the very first time in hours. It felt strange to smile, like my face had forgotten how to do it. "What does a rogue look like?" I asked. Dom kept his large hand tightly around my waist. He looked down at my face, his eyes softening, like he was examining me. "A rogue has wild, messy hair. Puffy eyes from crying too much. Red skin around the cheeks. The only difference is... a rogue can never be this beautiful."

I wasn’t trying to get too close so I stayed where I was. “Human..” He said in a creepy way and ran his tongue over his lips. From what I know, rogues are cursed wolves and they do not have special abilities equivalent to actual wolves but are equally dangerous.. but good thing about them.. you don’t need silver to kill them. “Do you have some?” I asked since he wasn’t saying anything but looking at me like a prey. My heart beat loudly for a moment there but I had to keep my composure and focus.

Maverick stiffens beside me, his eyes flashing with something I can’t name right now. Ahead of us, branches snap and something massive shifts in the shadows. I catch a glimpse of its eyes, unnatural, red and burning. It’s not a normal werewolf, but a rogue. And it's not a random rogue. Nyx pushes against my skin, desperate to break free. ‘A rogue. Kill him.’ The rogue snarls, his shoulders bulging as he steps into view. His eyes linger on me for a heartbeat, then move back to the ground. I push forward, ready to shift, but in a flash, the rogue lunges away. The trees shake as he crashes through them, gone before I can rip free my claws.