Naruto Rogue Ninja Novels & Stories

' I could feel Gidian beaming with pride at my remarks. 'Thank you, and I feel the same about you.' I had an important call to carry out to Alpha Kane of the Half Moon Pack in Russia. They had been experiencing problems with rogue attacks. So, I sent four hundred of our toughest warriors to help. Rogues are wolves who don't belong to a pack. They are treacherous and filled with bloodlust. They don't live by the rules and laws of a pack, instead, they kill as they please, both human and supernatural creatures alike.

"Alpha, we have a visual on a transport. Southeast quadrant. Sending the link." Logan hissed a curse and signaled the pilot to dive. In the field, I had given up hope. I stared at the grey sky, hearing the distant, rhythmic thumping of rotors. "I'm going to break you," the rogue whispered, unbuckling his heavy belt to bind my wrists. Before the buckle could click, a shadow fell over us. A hand reached down, grabbed the rogue by the shoulder, and hurled him twenty feet across the field like a rag doll.

Taylor was right beside him fighting off viscously. Wuh-Push! a sound snagged next to Ryan. Ryan turned to find one of the Rogues attacking him with a Whip. He ducked to avoid the next snap, leaped and rolled over the water edge. "They are using Whips, WHIPS? for God's sake... is this some kind of circus," roared Luka. Sounds of yelling and howling were heard around as the Rogues started to attack his pack with whips and staffs, some even wielded Surujin, a type of chain-like a whip. "Don't you guys back off, kill them without hesitation," growled Ryan.

And the extraordinary intent is mine. I think about the mansion I’ve chosen to overlook the settlement. Big, bold, ugly if you want to call it that, but perfect. From there, I can see every window of Arachne’s house, Eli’s hotel in plain sight. My team feeds me constant updates, every patrol, every heartbeat, every flicker of magic. It’s intoxicating, the kind of control that makes my hands itch to reach out and touch it all. I’m not human here, not really. I’m predator, strategist, hunter, observer. I’m the one they’ll react to.

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.

Unlike how I found him unconscious and butt naked. "Why did you leave your pack, Peyton?" He questions, eyes never leaving mine. "Stepping foot into this land as an exiled wolf makes you nothing but a rogue. And we do kill rogues, or lock them up because they're never to be trusted." The lines on his forehead are furrowing as he makes this known to me.

"Don't worry about what you learn or know, everything here after if you fail will be taken care of." "What does that mean?" A tall lanky blonde guy asks, his figure a little too thin for any serious work. Our facilities only gives him a small smile. "You'll know in due time." He responds flatly before dramatically pulling the cloth from above the vessel. My heart instantly plummets to my feet seeing a figure I know all too well. I think every bone within my body trembled from fear for what they had housed in a four by four cage. That black fur, that scar down his eye. If I didn't know better I would have thought it was Ragna. But I know better.

Gross, this guy just does not give up. Spinning on my toes, I turn and look the rogue in the eyes. Anger is coursing through me at this point, and I am sure that my eyes are glowing silver. "I told you to get lost," I growl at him. He takes a step back from my growl and he stares at me. "Well, well, well. You don’t smell like a wolf," he says sniffing my hair.

Ravana asked as she grinned at me, she looked so pleased with herself probably thinking she won, or she had me where she wanted me. I knew the man’s name was Kyle by the way he looked at Kyle and I knew he was the rogue's king. Rogues were mindless wolves who had lost their humility and were forced to live outside the pack, I am surprised to see many of them in the same spot like this. And looking at this man, everything here seems suspicious. “Oh she will get what she deserves, we have no use for her,” he responded as he looked down at me. “Why not give her to the boys to have their way with her,” Ravana suggested, and it was a stranger glaring at someone with the same face as mind.

She is ready to put her life at stake even if it means going against Roman, she could so she can take Mila away. She thought so very well that it would be so easy for her to do it. Well, let's see how it goes. "Who is your leader?" She asked the rogue. But all she received was a long term silence. " I believe I asked a question." Nara commented. The rogue still didn't respond. "Maybe you don't understand my language." After saying that Nara put a piece of paper forcefully into the hands of the rogue and made it escape. "Run!!! As fast as you can." I think that is the only English the rogue understood. 'RUN.'