My Rogue Novels & Stories

Sweetly I slowly turned around and began to lower to a kneeling position only to swipe out my leg knocking him off balance before standing back up with my foot on the alpha’s throat slowly pressing downwards. "Lastly, I. CANNOT. BE. COMMANDED." I growled, although I still did not have my wolf, I could still sound the part. " for those who want to rely solely on their inherent ability to command rather and gain the trust, loyalty and following of their subordinates then know your audience" I said to the crowd with my foot still pressed to the alpha’s throat. Looking down at him and then back at the crowd I stated, "I am a rogue for all intents and purposes. I do not adhere to commands and thu

They deserve to be tortured, but they're lucky enough that I'm in a hurry or they'll die an excruciating death. I casually walked towards the man in front of me- the one who was watching me being captured by those rogues from the start. He seemed to be having a great time watching me turn those werewolves into ashes but I'm curious why there's something within me that's stopping me from killing him even though I know what kind of creature he is. He's one of them- a rogue.

I had to forcefully tear my gaze away from Connor to face the redheaded man. “Nice to meet you,” he said, about to raise his hand,“Im-” He suddenly broke off and I noticed his nose twitching. He had finally caught my scent. “You're a-” “Rogue. Yes.” I clenched my jaw as I forced a small smile. The man looked lost for words. I couldn't see anything on his features apart from utter shock, proving that He seemed stunned at the sight of me. It wasn't a good thing or a bad thing, depending on what happened after.

Their child, born into a world free from the rogue threat, would grow up knowing the sacrifices made by their parents and the importance of unity and strength. troubling reports of increased rogue activity near our borders. They have grown bolder and more aggressive, posing a threat not only to our packs but to the entire region." A hushed murmur spread through the room, as the gravity of the situation sank in. Rogue werewolves were individuals who had either been banished or had chosen to live outside the structured hierarchy of packs. They were known for their lawlessness and unpredictability, often causing harm to innocent humans and supernatural beings alike.

But Sasha didn’t realize she was staring at the woods. “Ah that,” the Rogue combed his hair with his fingers. “The Wolf Moon’s powers allowed me to tear a tiny weensy hole, and I passed through it.” He waved a hand to himself, “I’m not from any of the packs of Westfall as you can see. That’s why I can just mess around with your land’s magic.” Sasha tried yanking her arm back, but the Rogue held her elbow firmly. “What do you want?” she hissed, keeping her voice steady and cold despite panic rising in her chest.

Untamed. Just like him. I can see a certain kind of wildness in his eyes, and I know instantly that he is a Rogue. He has an edge to him, a wild, dangerous, unpredictable edge. As he stares back at me I notice a moment of confusion. It's like he realized it, too, at the same moment, that maybe…I am his mate. The connection is undeniable. But he quickly shakes it off and gives me a confused look. "Are you a spy?" he asks. "Did they send you to find me?"

His eyes gleam as they catch the light—golden, almost feral, reflecting the moon like a predator watching its prey. His chiseled jaw is shadowed with stubble, his dark hair tousled, wild. A black turtleneck clings to his sculpted body, revealing the strength beneath. He looks like trouble. "Who are you?" I demand fists clenched. "A rogue, like you," he says smoothly. "What are you doing here? This is dangerous territory." "Then why are you here?" I snap, backing up. I’ve heard the stories. Rogues have no rules. No loyalties.

Haro throws me the keys, " get in a follow behind our vehicle, we'll take you as far as the highway and you're on your own from there okay, and as we said not a word to a soul about us understood? " " I will guard our secret with my life Haro " " very good, make sure you do that and be back before time runs out on you because if you're somewhere and rogues scent you, they will not hesitate to kill you Beau, and before you ask a rogue is a wolf that does not belong to a pack and being away from the packs destroys their minds, they lose their humanity slowly which makes them very dangerous and you can know a rogue by their scent, they smell like rotting meat "

The footsteps come closer and closer, until I hear a man speak up “what are you doing here?” Turning my head, I see a naked man standing a few feet behind me. By the smell of him, this is definitely a rogue. Although he doesn’t smell badly, you can still smell what he is. Since he is in his human form, this is a rogue who is not too feral and still in control. Unable to hide my annoyance at his interference in my predicament, I reply “having a picknick. What does it look like to you?” gesturing to my leg which has closed up, but has dried up blood all over it. While he is staring at me void of any visible emotions, I take a chance to size him up. He is a bulky guy, brown hair and amber eyes.

"You’re crossing into the Untamed Territories with your scent masked. That makes you either a fugitive or an idiot. In these woods, they’re usually the same thing." "Which one are you?" Anya challenged, her body tensed to bolt. The man finally looked up. He didn't have the mark of a pack-wolf. He had no status, no crest, no rank. He was a Rogue—a true one, unbonded, unchained, and likely insane. He smiled, a jagged expression that didn't reach his eyes.