Remy Rogue Novels & Stories

Rogan appeared from the side and pounced on the rogue closest to Nina. “GET YOUR DISGUSTING BEINGS AWAY FROM WHAT IS MINE!!!” Rogan screamed as he attacked the first rogue. All he had to do was send a powerful slash at the rogue with his claws and it flew back a few meters and a terrible gash had appeared on its stomach. It cried out in pain.

Ryder reported gayly as he waltzed into the room. “I need to go to the Freeland, are you able to accompany me?” I asked the hybrid rogue, Ryder was a different kind of character; rogue, witch, wolf, medic, marine… and I am sure there were more things that we could conclude I’m sure didn’t even know. I saw him hesitate, then nod his head.

He roared. This Bitch hasn’t gotten the memo yet. I smiled and took one hand off my hips and pointed to his legs. His left foot was somewhat crippled and I directed his attention to it. “So you’re going to fight me like that?” I said. “Crippled?” “Female!” He roared. “Tell me what Rogue clan you belong to! Tell me who you are! … or else I’ll kill you. These parts belong to us and I’ll kill you for trespassing!” He voiced.

I reason, hoping against hope that they’ll understand, but they don’t seem to, not when Richfield pushes his way forward and takes my hand. “Listen to me, a rogue wolf, isn’t a normal wolf anymore. Our wolves are not as vocal and intellectual as Remy. Our wolves are intelligent, but they’re just that, wolves. Animals driven by instincts. The human keeps them in check, keeps them restrained, balanced, so they’re not too wild, and that’s okay. A rogue wolf is different; a rogue isn’t just a wolf taking over. It’s a mad wolf with no human side to keep it in check. There’s no balance. It’s not just going to start howling in the middle of the night and waking everyone up, it’s not just going to r

The other was Mia. Mia was a mystery, even among rogues. Tall and striking, with coppery brown hair always tied back and sharp eyes that missed nothing, she had once been a beta female in a powerful northern pack. Her mate rejected her for a higher-ranking she-wolf, casting Mia out like trash. But unlike most broken wolves, Mia didn’t shatter, she sharpened. She had joined the rogues five years ago and quickly made herself useful. She fought when she had to, healed when others couldn't, and was one of the few who could negotiate borders and land without spilling blood.

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

"I'll spend the rest of my life repaying that debt. Don't ask me to stop." Rook lounged against the wall near the door with his permanent smirk back in place. He was officially a pack member now, a status he claimed to find deeply embarrassing. "I'm a rogue," Rook had said when Kellan signed the papers. "You can't just file me into respectability." But he hadn't left. And he hadn't stopped calling Bastian "Big Bast" at every opportunity.

They look so normal as if they were just brothers picking on their sister’s love affairs. “You haven’t introduced him to Azrael, Remy?” Rogziel asked, his acidic tone that he usually had back in the Silver City was audible. Remiel glared at her twin, “You don’t have photos in the 10th century, Rogziel. And I haven’t seen him after that.”

This is like a mob visit. "You wish you could handle me. Besides, I don't like weak, frail, and disgusting old men. They don't have enough backbone for a ROGUE like me! " I growl, my grey blue eyes glowing with purple flakes. I yelled through the door. I knew challenging his manhood and telling him I was a rogue knocking on his packhouse door would draw him out. Stupid Alpha.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t