Renegade Dc Comics Novels & Stories

To say that Ralph was shocked was an understatement, but he deserved it after everything he had done to keep me safe over the years. My father was ready to retire completely, and Spenser and I would be busy running all of it, so the rogue kingdom needed an alpha. The new maps were drawn up, and I was astonished to see our country without borders dividing us. We were finally one people. When I promised revenge all those years ago, I never imagined I would be sitting in Spenser’s office with a new map in hand.

The underground circuit was alive tonight—rubber burning against concrete as the crowd buzzed with anticipation. I pulled up on shadowfang, my custom matte—black ducati panigale v4 with red accents. Crimson underglow lit the street beneath it, red rims spinning like fire. A wolf fang etched near the tank, and a nitrous boost sat hidden under the seat. This bike was tailored for one thing— Dominance. I climbed my bike, pulling off my helmet— the chill of the night slammed in on my face as I shook my hair. My eyes swept across the circuit. This place was like a second haven but I didn't come for fans of fame. I always came for the rush.

To refuse their master was cause for dismissal. Rage had destroyed Tanner's sanity. He'd killed his master, killed the man with his bare hands and then fled. Now, seven years later, he'd established himself as a professional thief for hire, one of the finest. The deft of hand talents, and the ability to go unseen by everyone, a footman's trade, worked even better for him as a specialist in acquiring items desired by paying clients. The man, Thomas Blankenship, was certainly able to pay him well. His sources had confirmed it, though they also warned he was dangerous and deceptive.

Jessica was smiling to herself as her wolf loped through the forest on the outskirts of Springfield. She was finally out from under her parents’ thumbs and could be herself. Her parents treated her like a little girl. She was an Alpha she-wolf. At fifteen, she was more than what humans were at twenty. That was why Jessica had stolen her older sister’s driver’s license. She and Vanessa looked so much alike that no one would doubt she was twenty-two.

A dozen figures stepped into the dim, flickering light of the station platform. Some were Nulls. Emaciated. Their skin was gray, stretched too tight over sharp bones, mapped with the sores of radiation sickness. They wielded scavenged kinetic pistols—heavy, blocky things that smelled of cheap oil and desperation. Others were Rogues. Lycans who had been out in the Wastes too long. Their fur was matted with clay and dried blood. Their eyes were yellow, jaundiced lamps in the dark. They held lengths of pipe and jagged rebar wrapped in duct tape.

“Turned? By who?” The rogue’s gaze met his, hollow and broken. “By the Shadow Fang.” A name that hadn’t been spoken in decades. Aria’s blood ran cold. “That’s impossible. The Shadow Fang were wiped out.” “They’ve returned,” the rogue rasped. “Their Alpha—the one they call Revenant—he’s rebuilding. And he wants your head, Kaden.” The rogue collapsed before he could say more, unconscious from pain or exhaustion—or perhaps fear. Lilith knelt beside him, checking his pulse. “He’s alive. For now.”

She taught the children that their power wasn't a resource to be spent, but a part of a larger ecosystem. ​Ren had become the "Warden of the Wild," leading teams of Rogues and City-wolves to clear the remaining Trust outposts across the continent. He didn't use shadows anymore, but he didn't need to. He knew every inch of the forest better than any drone. ​And Leo? ​Leo Vane was often seen sitting by the amber tree, his scarred arm resting on the glowing bark. He wasn't the "Billionaire Rogue" anymore. He was simply Leo.

He had a shaved head and a burly frame. Before he turned, at one time, a feared enforcer for some enemy family of theirs. No one understood the innards of the city, its streets, or tunnels better. Then Dreda, a murderous woman with an affinity for gadgets. That knack for hacking any system—though negligent, at least it had a couple of times saved their lives. And Razor, the suave fast-talking scout who flew under the radar like a ghost.

**Division and Deception** In the hushed confines of his dim chambers, Caden sat surrounded by the oppressive weight of shadows, the heavy wooden door closed tight against the outside world. Flickering candlelight illuminated the intricate carvings on the walls, casting elongated shapes that danced and wavered, much like the turmoil that churned within his mind. The looming threat of the Rogue Alpha’s return gnawed at him relentlessly. He had poured countless hours into preparing his pack, guiding them through grueling training sessions focused on combat and strategy. Yet, despite their unwavering dedication and formidable strength, a deep-seated doubt clawed at him—he knew they could not fa

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.