Novel & Cerita Naruto Goes Rogue Fanfiction

Kael settled behind me without needing to be told, his arms coming around me in a motion that felt almost automatic now. “Ready?” Nyra asked. “No,” I said. “Go.” I reached. The second rogue’s mind was different from Marek’s. It's still broken. Still laced with pain and wolfsbane. But where Marek had been mostly spinning chaos—self‑destructive, churning—this one had channels. Blades hidden in the dark. Someone had carved paths into his madness. Guided it. Pointed it. I hit those channels like fingers on broken glass.

It’s been happening for years, and I myself had been a victim along with my mother, who, at the ripe age of 23, when I was seven, did a gruesome death at the hands of Victor Taylor. And I was there, watching it happen, unable to do a thing because she asked me not to get involved and save myself. I was only a helpless child. My story isn’t different from the story of your average rogue. To be a rogue is to suffer endlessly until eventually, you succumb to the forces of nature working against you. It’s the reason why I never changed my status from a rogue. I am a rogue and will always be one. Giving my pack a pretty name won’t change what I am, which is why I prefer to be known as the Rogue A

My grip loosened from Akira and I fell to the ground, and fell unconscious. TBC.... Holy Shit !! Guys who can guess what Niran is up to?? I love y'all 😍

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.

Nathan who was in his wolf form shook his wolf head. Anita went closer to the rogue and felt that he was still alive but was knocked out cold. She sighed in relief. “You will have to submit to me, both of you so that you don’t stab me in the back and go telling my uncle about this.” The rogue’s eyes widened in shock, Nathan was not shocked anymore, he already put two and two together and gathered as much.

Nico groaned as his connection with the pack snapped. “GO! Your rogue team is waiting for you outside. I already gave them all the possible locations of the white witch. They already know what to do. Start running now before my warriors start hunting you down. Oh, and Nico, you only get five rogue warriors,” he taunted with a wicked smirk grazing his lips. “RUN.” [End of flashback] “Fuck!”

The rogue shakes its head and still doesn’t shift, whining, morosely, as it continues to cower. I follow the aqua thread that is connected to the rogue and quickly breech its mind. Me: ‘You need to shift back now, or I will be forced to kill you.’ Rogue: ‘How...' Me: ‘It’s one of my gifts. Now do as I said.’ Rogue: ‘I can’t shift. I am stuck this way.’ Me: ‘Why?’ Rogue: ‘I can’t tell you.’ Me: ‘You can’t, or you won’t?’

Fixing his gaze on me, Nero let out a sigh and said, "Rogue from my pack attacked one unfortunate night when I was little and carried on a massacre, leaving me as a lone alpha, and my sister and I are the only surviving members of the pack." The despair in his eyes as he told that story and how vulnerable he looked made him even more seductive, and I slightly bit my bottom lip as my body grew a bit hot and my heartbeat raised. "I can see that my presence here is unwelcoming, so I think this is my cue to leave." Nero suddenly uttered, and I felt my heart stop for a slight second. Immediately, I grabbed his hand and entangled my finger with his, and said, "No, please, stay!"

The rogues break in two directions: some retreat instinctively, spooked by confusion and the captured handler; others go feral, attacking harder because they have nothing else. It’s ugly. It’s fast. But it’s no longer organized. That’s the difference between a war and a slaughter. And Rowan just lost his war. The moment the rogue line fractures, Nate appears at the stairwell entrance, still in human form, sling strapped tight, face scraped, eyes bright with purpose. He’s not holding a weapon. He’s holding a sealed paper and a torch. He climbs onto the lower battlement edge and raises his voice, loud enough to carry.

“Oh. Umm, on a different topic there’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask you. Why don’t you like rogues?” Tyler lets out a large sigh. “Three years ago, there was a large rogue attack on Moonfang. My parents left to go fight, and were killed during the fighting. I was forced to step up and become Alpha at the age of seventeen. I couldn’t even finish high school properly. I had to attend online classes. I also had to attend college virtually. There are so many things that my parents will never get to see. I hate rogues because whenever I see one, I am reminded of what was taken from me.” Tyler falls silent and stares at his plate. “I understand,” I say softly. Tyler looks up quickly. “Rogue