Renegade Immortal Novels & Stories

By the time I arrived, the scene was in chaos. Senna cradled Corbin in her arms. He had gauze wrapped around his thin wrists, and his face was white as paper. The moment he saw me, he shrank further into her embrace like a frightened rabbit. "Senna... I really don't want to live anymore..." His voice cracked with sobs, and it was barely above a whisper. "If I'm going to be framed like this, I'd rather be dead." Senna stroked his hair with a tenderness that vanished the instant she turned to look at me. Her eyes were as cold as ice. It was the same look she had worn in my previous life when she killed me to avenge him.

But Dominick wasn't going to let anything to go in the way of his saving Lisa's life. He knew that only he could protect the pack, therefore he had left Marcus and Chelsea behind. He couldn't take the chance of putting them in danger of dying. He was accountable for this. As he approached the boundary of the renegade area, the temperature dropped. The weight of unseen eyes observing him and the tension in the air were palpable to him. Dominick needed to exercise caution since it was a hostile environment. The renegade commander Varek was a wolf and wild card who had no allegiance to anybody except himself.

"Perhaps not. But the strength of a united pack will ensure that your rebellion remains futile." As the standoff continued, the air thickened with unspoken tension. Xander, breathing heavily, regarded the rogue with a stern gaze. "Your rebellion ends here. Your misguided ideals are no match for the resilience of a united pack." The rogue, defeated but unbroken in spirit, glared back. "You may have won this battle, Alpha, but the war is far from over." Their eyes locked for a moment, a silent acknowledgment of the deeper conflict that loomed on the horizon. The rogue, with a begrudging nod, retreated into the shadows, leaving Xander standing amidst the echoes of their clash—a resolute guardia

This forced him to bare his throat that Warrick ripped into a second later, and the male went limp as the wound on Warrick's neck closed up. These dense rogues didn't even do the most basic homework of researching their adversary. If they did, they would know that first of all, he was a Lycan, then most importantly, he was cursed. A cursed Lycan. This meant one thing among many others; He is impossible to kill. An immortal being. Before the wolf he just killed even dropped into the water, another was already on top of Warrick. Snarls tore from their throats as another rogue male attacked from the side and dragged claws down Warrick's flank.

“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.”

As I hesitated, I realized I was forgetting something important. Every Renegade member lived by a code of honor. The biggest thing the leader of the Renegades has stressed since going public with the Renegades was their motto: Leave no man behind. As I let that realization settle over me, I felt my wolf also resign himself to helping save the two men.

their views are obscured" said Hanta. Darkstar and I heard talking from above "Rebel, this is Renegade. I heard talking but I don't know it came from" said Renegade, "its Renegade we need to be careful, Darkstar do you still have your flashlight" I whispered. Darkstar was still holding his trusty flashlight ready as Renegade pop his head from above and saw me and Darkstar, Darkstar turned on his flashlight blinding Renegade's eyes. Then Darkstar, myself and our group got on the roof and bolt off. Renegade was blinded "Renegade are you!?" said Rebel with shock, "Damn you Inkcanius!!" Renegade shouted and ran after me and Darkstar. I looked back running to see Renegade catching up just three b

The group waited at the edge of the clearing in the woodland. He recognized some of the faces—wolves he had bled for, trained with, and defended in the past. Others were younger, with inquisitive eyes full of myth-like tales and inquiries. The Alpha Rogue. The exiled one. The one who survives despite breaking the rules. But he wasn't a myth tonight. He wasn't a ghost. They had him. The crowd parted as Reven moved forward into the clearing. There was silence. With a strong and determined voice, he declared, "I am Reven." And I'm back. Not as an outlaw. Not as a remnant of your history. but as your Alpha.

"She broke him. She’s going to use the tribunal tomorrow to strip us of our titles. She wants my crown." A low cough sounded from the darkest corner of the velvet room. A heavily cloaked figure stepped out from the shadows near the balcony. He wore dense leather armor devoid of any pack crests, and a long, jagged scar ran from his temple down to his throat. His eyes were cold and calculating—the unmistakable mark of an elite rogue who survived on blood money. This was Jarek, the leader of the Obsidian Daggers, a lawless mercenary group that operated in the lawless neutral territories.

It tensed immediately, its glowing yellow gaze locking on Ren. “Welcome back,” Ren said, his tone sharp and cutting. The rogue sneered, a defiant grin stretching across its bloodied face. “Alpha,” it spat, the word dripping with mockery. Ren crouched down, his amber eyes burning with barely restrained fury. “You crossed my borders. You terrorized my people. And you destroyed what little humanity was left in the town. Why?” The rogue chuckled, a low, rasping sound. “Because it’s fun.” Ren’s fist shot out, slamming into the rogue’s jaw with enough force to send a crack echoing through the room. The rogue growled, spitting blood onto the floor.