Renegades Novels & Stories

Shame burned across my face, but I didn’t answer. He took a deep breath, trying to stay in control, but his fists were clenched tight. “Then why lie?” he asked, his voice low, heavy. “Why pretend to be someone else? Why hide who you really are?” I stared at the cold stone floor of the cell, eyes stinging. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The words tore out of my throat like a storm I’d kept bottled up for years. “The reason… the reason for all of this,” I began, my voice cracking, but I forced it out, “is because I’m a renegade wolf, Roland. An exile.”

Even he looked shocked, like he hadn't expected the bombshell Asher had just dropped a couple of minutes ago. “I only went to see the alpha of the renegade pack because Carter had asked me to.” Asher’s words echoed painfully in my ears. What did he mean by that? How could Carter even do such a thing? The Renegade pack had been feuding with ours for years, longer before I was born. Growing up, my mother and every other werewolf didn't fail to imprint it in our minds that we were never to be caught the with Renegaders, as they were called. They were brutal wolves that consisted more of rogues than any of the other werewolf species.

A Day Before The Wedding......... Greg's POV "What should I wear?" Mom mumbled. "I think I should go to the saloon. I need a hair cut. I need to look.presentable at least, " Dad chirped. "Me too." Mom agreed. Denver and I just sat on the couch looking at everyone getting excited and mumbling about going to the saloon and shopping. They are even planning without consulting me. They are all walking back and forth in front of us. My parents and some of our relatives are here, including the Andersons' . Sadly, my big bro has work and probably in the middle of the sea right now. His family is here though. Denver is so happy when he heard that I am going to propose to his pet's doctor. It is been

He wouldn’t attack blindly—he’d look for something to break us from the inside out. My grip tightened around Blaire’s wrist, grounding myself in her presence. “If he’s moving south, he’s looking for alliances,” I said. “There are rogue groups scattered near the outskirts of town. Some are little more than strays trying to survive, but others…” I trailed off, exchanging a glance with Orion. “The Red Fangs,” Orion muttered, his expression dark. Blaire frowned. “Who are they?” I hesitated for a beat before answering. “A rogue faction with no loyalty to any pack. They’ll sell their strength to the highest bidder, no matter who gets hurt in the process.”

"Orphans and misfits?" "It's for those with nowhere to go. Like me, for example, with no family. And Ben. His family disowned him when he came out." Michael frowned. "Although Ben's Jewish, so they wouldn't be celebrating Christmas at his house anyway," Maggie laughed.

Brit Before that drunken idiot interfered I was getting some information from the guy but not enough. I know he is working for someone who wants Lilly and his name is Gab. After I got rid of the drunk I turned to follow Gab out the back where I saw him disappear too. When I get there my hopes of getting more information and his help are flushed down the drain. When I open the door I see Thor and Ace. Fuck the Renegades have got him before I could. I can’t go to the club house so I need to find some help.

Merigold lets out an inhuman growl “ I want every bunny here now! No exceptions! I want every prospect that doesn’t have a death wish here now!” It takes less than a minute for everyone together. The entire club. Even Anne is here and she doesn’t have to be. Merigold has gotten her breathing under control but hasn’t lost any of her fire. “ I am the Reckless Renegades Princess and I’m claiming my throne. My word is the law now. Effective immediately there are going to be changes. If you don’t like them. You know

I was tired of living my life. I should have gone home. To my family. It has been years and I lost count already the times my mother begged me to come home. Swallowing my pride was harder than living this worthless life. I did not wish to be the prodigal son in the story, that after I begged my parents to give me my share of their wealth, I went away. What would Sienna say? I guess it was too late to go back. I just wanted to die.

I’m running as fast as I can through the trees, my heart is racing. I feel like it will explode any minute. I can see the opening in the gate, my escape isn’t far off. I hear people yelling dogs barking, I know they are searching for me. I’m almost to the exit, my freedom, “Stop right there!!!” The guard yelled. I keep running, there’s a gunshot and it all goes black.

The Jared rogue camp, a festering wound upon the land, sat like a viper ready to strike at the heart of the kingdom. Anya, my lone whisperer in their nest, had promised whispers of discontent, rumors of a brewing coup within the rogue ranks. A charismatic warlord named Scar, Anya claimed, was amassing followers, his ambition gnawing at the fragile unity held together by the aging King Adolph. But were these whispers true, or merely another echo in the vast emptiness of the Deadlands?