Naruto Rogue Ninja Novels & Stories

As she got there she saw her pack warriors trying to fight about 20 rogues. Although her pack members were very skilled fighters, but rogues were known to be stronger than normal wolves and are more vicious. It would take at least two skilled warriors to fight a rogue. Snow ran towards the first rogue she saw, taking it by surprise and killing it, within half an hour Mahnoor with the help of other warriors was able to kill almost all of the rogues. As she was about to kill the last one of the he quickly shifted to his human form and surrendered.

He anticipated the rogue's strikes, countering with a combination of acrobatics and brute strength. At a crucial juncture, a particularly formidable rogue with a scarred face emerged as the group's apparent leader. Limuel faced off against the scarred rogue, a formidable adversary leading a group of rogues with malicious intent. The moon cast an ethereal glow upon the battleground, where the clash between the two forces unfolded. In an effort to breach Limuel's defenses, the scarred rogue used a combination of rage and desperation.

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.

He waited for the other side to connect. “Yes I'm ready.” “Alright time to begin.” “Goodluck dear.” Rogue nodded and extended his hand, his trusted weapon Sang-je materialized in his palm and he clutched it tightly. His smile widening as he finally was jumping into the action. “Hue Mo-su, come to me.” He called and a burning nimbus descended besides him, Rogue climbed on it and looked at the southern part of the capital from his stand point atop of his trustworthy nimbus. His features started to shift, and he grew a tails. He endeavored his Metaphysical Essence to achieve the state of monkey lord, Sun Wukong.

A Rogue. A Rogue is a werewolf without a pack. They often kill any werewolf they encounter; may it be a member of a pack or a similar rogue, like them. They are vicious plunderers. And that same vicious plunderer is right in front of me, deviously smiling. “Others cannot dodge my attack so easily like that. You’re quite good, pup.” He praised me, but I don’t feel good that he did so at all. I’m scared. “W-who are you, Mister?” I tried to sound brave, but aside from stuttering, my voice also cracked.

’’ Even if there was a sly tilt on his lips, his murky eyes held me in place like a higher predator staring at me as its dead prey. Who was this rogue? I wonder to myself amid the fear prickling on my skin. To intimidate a Luna this much....there hasn’t been any news of a rogue more powerful than a Luna and comparable to an Alpha in the past. Except one rogue. The leader of all rogues, particularly, the Wild rogues. Many call the rogue, the Alpha of all rogues. The Rogue Alpha ‘’Now that I see you, I change my mind.’’ When the rogue took his gaze away, I unconsciously let out a small breath, even if I never intended to.

As I headed towards the stairs, I saw an older man I’d never seen before, but the resemblance to Kalen was undeniable. “Ah, you must be Alyssa,” the man said, his tone friendly. Okay, so he knew me. “Uh, yeah. I am.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Rogue King Elijah.” This was the rogue king? I stood there, stunned for a moment. He looked so normal. Like any other man. For some reason, I’d expected something more. Something more… conniving, wicked, tricksy. Yet the king wasn’t any of those things. Realizing I was staring at him, I snapped out of my daze and said, “Oh, hello, pleasure to meet you too.”

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

Sike and Nessa were closer to the entrance, like they always were, ready to run if something came. Just a dream. The same dream. The one I had been having for as long as I could remember. I wiped the sweat off my face and tried to slow my breathing. It never got easier. Every time I saw that woman fall, every time I heard that little girl scream, I woke up feeling like I had been the one hit by that arrow. . . . My name is Lila. I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life.