Renegade Immortal Novels & Stories

He understood his anger and resentment but the path he was chiseling into the forest floor isn't helping anyone. Go ahead. Micah responded back. Aldric has gone and sought refuge with the Dark Moon pack. The scouts voice answered. “Uh.” Micah said out loud in surprise, answering the scout. Why would he go there? Rhett was not known for accepting outsiders. He was a bit shocked that he was even there and Rhett did not outcast them. That’s where the resentment came from. Each rogue had their own story most similar in the fact that when the world got bad and packs started falling apart no one stepped up to help. Most turned a blind out and only watched out for their own pack. Now there was a gr

Hiding behind a boulder, I pulled up the feed on my phone. Soon, two rough voices crackled through. The kidnappers had arrived. "It's dark in there. Are they asleep? Let's grab the girl and ditch the guy," one said. The other snorted, "Ditch him? The hirer wants her to be humiliated in front of him." "Rich folks play dirty." "Enough pep talk. Let's get the job done." Joakim Dodson, a scar slicing across his nose and jaw, unzipped the tent. I recognized him instantly as one of my tormentors from my past life.

Veyra laughs, her blade grazing my arm, blood welling silver, and the wards shudder, weakening. Maddox’s shadows snap, binding a Shadowwalker’s limbs, his voice a growl. “Focus, Lena! She’s baiting you!” He hurls a wraith into the flames, but his wound slows him, blood soaking his cloak. Renn tosses a relic, its light staggering a mercenary, but his eyes are haunted, his sister’s fate a chain he can’t break. “I’m trying!” he shouts, voice cracking, and I see it—his resolve, fragile but fierce, seeking redemption.

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she

Landed with a blade in each hand, cutting through their defensive line. "Not just two," I said, grinning fiercely. "Just better." The fight lasted maybe ten minutes. When it ended, fourteen rogues were dead. Four had fled into the night. And Kade knelt before me, my blade at his throat. "You're the Chimera," he rasped. "The rumors are true." "Yes. And you're the rogue who's been terrorizing innocent packs." "Not innocent. Redwood killed my brother in a border dispute. I wanted revenge."

she bowed her head and stole a glance at Pietro. He didn’t even looked at her. He opened his eyes, straighten his shirt , and stood up. He claps his hand once and at that, one by one, hybrids show themselves. I stepped back, Pietro held my back and whispered, “Remember what I told you?” It rewinds in my memory: When we got there, stay calm. They might take you as an opponent. Hybrids… half human, half immortal, it doesn’t matter who’s the human what matters most were who were the immortals.

He than turns to us, kneels in front of us as his right hand goes towards Biancas face whipping the tears from her eyes. "Little angel please don't cry. I will protect you, for you're mine to protect." I looked to him not understanding what he meant by that she is his to protect. After we found out that his name is Brayden Mason, and he came from the Blood stone pack that was destroyed by rouge wolfs. My father being so grateful to him for protecting his two baby girls that he welcomes him into the pack. He trained the wolfs in his old pack. He also had a mate, but she died with the rest of the pack that night. He has been with the pack ever since, but I never trusted him, not completely. I

grunted the now-naked werewolf. Dane reached into his pack and pulled out a bag full of cash. He threw it to the rogue. “This pays your men and buys your silence. I never want to see you on our territory again.” The rogue looked inside the bag and gave it a quick count in his head. Smiling, he seemed satisfied with the amount inside. “It was a pleasure doing business with you,” he said, before shifting back to his wolf form and leading his pack away though the forest with a bag of cash between his fangs.

Out of the corner of our eye we see the General of Osiris’s army making his way over to where Jamari stands all alone, his two sickles rising in the air as he slams them down at our mate. My heart stops in my chest as I watch the General’s sickles make their way closer to the keeper of my soul. A shield appears on Jamari’s arm when she lifts her arms up to block the sickles coming towards her face. Relief washes through me when I realize that my mate will be okay. Kicking my legs into gear, I dash across the battlefield, taking off the head of one of the Skeletal Militia that tries to get in my way. Ren is seeing red by the time he makes his way to where Jamari stands, alone, with the Genera