Renegade Immortal Novels & Stories

"Does anybody else want to take a gamble at my treasures? With this in hand, sneaking back towards the Immortal Planes would be a certainty and no longer a wish of drunkards and forgotten miscreants." The old beggar enticed in full but harvested no answer from his open provocation. "A dick and nothing more." an ageless immortal grumbled in secret. For how could one who had imprisoned them in the first place let that possibility happen without due consequence. "I thought so." the old beggar smirked after he got no response whatsoever from his obvious taunt. "BANG!" a body was carelessly launched from the brick formed Saint Class Artifact and for the second time since the war has been engaged,

​Ren: The Hermit of the Void Ren remained at the summit of the Iron Peak, in the ruins where their parents had vanished. He was the most changed. He rarely spoke, and when he did, his voice caused the electronics in the room to short-circuit. He was the "Fail-Safe," the one who held the Song of the End in his mind, ready to play it again if the world tipped too far into chaos. ​The Adversity: The Silverpack Rebellion ​The Silver pack was no longer a cohesive unit. A faction of younger shifters, the Broken-Fangs, had grown tired of Leo’s rigid laws and Maya’s economic control. They whispered that the Vanes were "half-breed tyrants" who had stolen the wolf's birthright.

“Moreau’s pack fractured the moment Ifu’s roar shook the timber. Two of their sub-alphas tried to swear fealty to the Okoye Moon Dominion Tower before the fight even ended.” Malik Kane joins the circle last, a dark, victorious grin pulling at his scarred lips. “The territory is clean. No wolfsbane traps or hidden silver mines left in the soil. It seems Santiago was too busy running to defend his own den.” A long, heavy breath leaves my lungs, the tension finally draining from my shoulders. “So,” I say, looking at the inner circle, “Rowan Black is broken. Santiago Moreau is a rogue in the wilderness. And our pack still controls the Blackthorn City borders.”

He sure had his work cut out for him. Any one being a Rogue or a renegade was despised in the werewolf community. There was not much difference between the two terms. The High council branded all those who do not adhere to the laws of the werewolf community as Rogues. It included wolves who got kicked out from their packs or those who decided to leave them on their accords. Renegade, on the other hand, were rogues who like to hurt, use their abilities to kill mindlessly. Ryan happened to be elated when he first spotted his mate, but got frustrated beyond reason when he could not find her for a year. But when he did, it was to find she was the one thing that he despised the most. All his thou

Romeo's explanation already reddened his eyes. "I've done all the Beta tasks so far. I am making the pack safe despite yesterday's obstacles. I've tried to make the people not in trouble, I've also helped all your work well, and lastly ..." Romeo pointed at the black ink list. "I've cleaned the rogue from every corner of the pack, without exception." There he pointed to Rena's name listed. Early fall, 2009. A small teenager entered the Southwest region. Name: Rena Schaci. Status: Rogue.

When he didn’t respond, she rushed to his side, continuing to shoot rogues in an attempt to protect him. “Shit,” Rina cursed under her breath—her bullets were almost out. “How do we kill someone already dead?” Eric muttered to himself. Then he caught sight of a rogue dodging a fire… followed by the charred, burning corpse of another that refused to regenerate. “Fire,” he whispered. He turned to his men. “Fire! Fire will kill them!” Alpha Renox paused mid-shooting, eyes flicking toward a dead rogue beginning to rise again. “Fire, huh…” he muttered. Tapping his earpiece, he said to Rina, “You heard the Alpha. Time to play dirtier.”

"Bad Ferryman is either the Divine Frost Tiger, the Progenitor of the Snow People reborn, or one of the bastard children of the shitty Reaper King after the Destruction." "Careful of your words child." Bedalika said sternly. Yaya was an infant during the time of the Divine Frost Tiger and her father and mother were just teenagers during the time the Reaper Clan leading the Primordial Palaces, actually had the Overthrowing of everything. Sending several Dimensions into flux. "Ren is definitely not one of those of those that caused trouble for everyone." "That's is only your hope sister." Kristoff said as she walked over. "But I have played for him a few times, most songs he asked me to play w

I attacked one and ripped its neck in two, ran after the other and bit its back, incapacitating it. —How the hell did all these renegades get in here? — I growled at my gamma. — We don't know, sir. They got past the seekers and ambushed the warriors,” he replied, sinking his fangs into a renegade's neck. - How is this possible? Getting past the search engine, which has a super powerful sense of smell... That's impossible, unless... That's when the smell hit me. Nullis aroma. The renegades have a witch. And she created a potion that nullifies the smell and sprayed it on the gang.

Greg threw at him. "You see why I didn't want to talk about it? Look at people I call my friends, they can't even stand by me when I need them the most! Excuse me, I'm going first!" Tyler stalled away. He didn't mind his friends who were still looking at him as if he just peed on his pants and got into his car, then sped off. He won't go home, a long drive to clear his head is all he needed. *** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots.

"Clay told me that he wanted to rule the strongest pack in the world to get revenge on his parents for taking away his birthright. After you attacked the first base, we were constantly on the move which meant that I was kept sedated. They would feed me food laced with sedatives. What they didn't realize, is how quickly lycan immune systems adjust to foreign invaders. I realized that the sedatives were not working as well as before, so I planned how to escape. My opportunity came when they moved me to Clay’s tent during the last battle. A couple of his men gave me food. I ate the food and acted like I was asleep. When the men left me alone with Clay, I revealed that I wasn’t actually asleep.