Remy Rogue Novels & Stories

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.

On one occasion, she talked about quitting altogether. Lyons, on his part, took the death as a joke. As something unreal. No, there couldn’t be anyway in the world that Peggy would die. For fuckssake, she was only 14. Just fourteen. And belonged to one of the strongest clan of wolves. So, that didn’t make sense. Therefore, Lyons lived with this denial, and it did tell on him. He had several bouts of depression, there were the nightmares, the feeling of emptiness and complete faithlessness in humanity. His mother, despite herself, set him up with a shrink. And while that had been of help at the long run, it was a battle.

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.

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

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.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

Callum agrees to my request and the door to his compartment was unlocked for me to step in, the Rogue raised his head to see who walked into his cell, however, the instant he sees me the Rogue laughs menacingly in a loud voice, he was battered with injuries all over his body courtesy to Callum and his men, blood sprouting out of his mouth as he began to speak. “ It is you, Liam Torres!” “ I see you know me,” “ Everybody knows you, Alpha of the Waterfall pack, We all believe one day our mission to put an end to you will finally happen.” the Rogue voiced out with hatred in his eyes, “ You should pray more for your mission to happen, Rogue,” I said lazily, “ Rogue, yes I am Rogue because you ma

P.o.V. Liam Leary I had just settled into bed and was dozing off when a distant thud was soon followed by a commanding voice booming through my skull. It was sharp and precise and I could not resist launching out of bed ready to fight at its words. “Rogue. Front door. Sounds big. Smells awful.”