Renegade Novels & Stories

Ravenna Rogues. Werewolves who have been abandoned by their pack or vice versa. Many of them tend to go crazy as they're without a pack nor are they with their leaders. Targets for mercenaries and bounty hunters. The life of a rogue was ruthless. There were only a handful of rogues that were able to survive and withstand a lot of psychological trauma that tend to drive them crazy, an example was Karina's boyfriend, Konnor, but the rest of them went absolutely insane to the point they lost all signs of themselves, turning into beasts. Those were the kind I was facing right now.

The Roscoe Reagan Originals emblem was chrome. Evie knelt and was looking at the tribal design. Buried in it were the words DEVIL’S SAINTS and TEXAS RENEGADES. She turned and looked at Tank’s bike and saw the small black on black words around the emblem. “Papi…” She said as the first tears fell. “You think I’m going to let one of my girls ride without a Renegade?” he asked as two of his men handed her men Texas Renegades cuts. “Down here you two ride as Renegades.”

When I turned around and looked at Luke, I knew there was only one thing I could do. I took a deep breath, this next part was not going to be easy. “I’ll do you one better.” I said, trying to sound confident. “I, Alpha Hudson Evergreen, hereby resign from being Alpha of the Red Ridge pack and declare myself a Rogue.” I fell to my knees, gritting my teeth and panting heavily to fight the pain that surged through me. Occupied with the pain, I almost didn’t register the shocked gasps and voices coming from the crowd.

“Would you mind?” The room turned oddly silent as I rose from my seat and looked around, meeting everyone's gazes. “We call them renegades,” I said. “We believe they're led by Aleks Lagunov. Years ago, he decided to create an army of rejects, sons of traitors, and all those unwanted children of the underworld. For that, he created a special training camp—a so-called chance for redemption. Those who didn't die during the training were sent straight to Lagunov's legions.” “And just out of curiosity… How do you know that?” Illiarion Volkov sneered. His icy-blue eyes seemed to pierce right through me. “How can you possibly know anything about Lagunov, not to menti

Annabel pressed. “They don’t want me back,” the rogue said. His voice dropped, quieter but no less intense. “They want revenge. For walking away. For knowing too much.” “Enough to warn us?” Annabel asked. He nodded. “More than enough.” Later that night, Annabel gathered her key warriors in the strategy tent. The rogue sat across from her, his usual confidence replaced with a grim focus. “What else do you know about these forces?” she asked. “They’re led by someone called Malachi,” the rogue said. “He’s... persuasive. Charismatic. He convinces wolves that they’re better off without packs. That independence is strength.”

Oscar smiled. "Thank you for telling me," Indianna nodded. "May I ask, how comes you weren't a rogue? What's the different between a rogue and a lone wolf?" "Rogues are wolves that leave the pack out of choice. They are wolves that no longer want to be in the hierarchy of a pack. Lone wolves don't have a choice. Lone wolves are rejects, people that are kicked out, forced to leave. You can leave out of choice and be a lone wolf, but only if you still have the intention of being in a pack. If you don't... then you're a rogue."

I raised an eyebrow, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “Incase I haven’t introduced myself well, I’m Harper Walter, first daughter to Geraldine Walter,” “And you know my privilege as a first child?! My mother doesn’t do a thing without putting me in on it!” I whispered shaking my head slightly, I’m actually enjoying this, so this was how it felt to blackmail someone, my second life is definitely going to be filled with doing things I never thought I’d do before. I watched Jason's eyes widened with fear, he tried to hide his fear but he wasn’t doing a very good job.

Her broken jaw was completely healed now and she felt no trouble with it. Alpha Marcus was an arrogant man. He was also a pervert. It was his perverted nature that made him have his basement soundproofed. Adrienne had no doubt that the crash she had made would not be heard by the inhabitants of the floors above. Her only problem was the guards standing right outside.

“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.”

"The Rogue leader wants to speak with you." Thiery picked up Leo's phone. "Hello? I'm Alpha Thiery." A rustling voice came from the other line. "Hello, Alpha Thiery, I can finally speak to you directly." "Who are you?" Thiery asked calmly, though his fists were clenched until his knuckles were white. "My name is Allen Mors," said the rogue. "I lead the southwest outer region, and I admit, while the sanctuary is quite nice, it's still not the place I'd dream of building my own pack."