Renegades Novels & Stories

Hailey shouted fiercely, baring her teeth in defiance. Ignoring her protest, Renesme addressed the crowd. "Honesty and loyalty are the cornerstones of the Flaming Pack. Dishonesty leads to theft and betrayal, traits that belong solely to rogues." She shifted her focus back to Hailey, hands clasped behind her back. "Do you wish to become a rogue, left to perish in the wild without honor, Hailey?"

Xandar countered, “That can’t be it, Greg. In the past, any king or queen who had been dethroned and thrown to the rogues with their loyal followers did not retain their natural scent. And anyone who pledged loyalty to the rogue world through words or actions would inevitably smell like a rogue as well. You're LEADING the rogue world. You should smell like them, not us.” “I’m definitely feeling the love, cousin.” Greg murmured sarcastically but he couldn’t help but agree that his situation was odd. Lucianne pushed her hair back to stop Reida from chewing on it before she explained, “You’ve always served the kingdom, Greg. That’s why you never smelled like a rogue. You were never one. You did

​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.

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.

Killing him so easily feels almost disappointing, she had hoped for a bit more fight to vent all her rage. The remaining renegades, about thirty by her count, in their desperate attempts to flee, scatter in different directions, losing their sense of direction. None of them understand what’s happening, but it’s as if the forest itself is preventing them from escaping more than a few meters, despite their frantic efforts to get away and stay alive.

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

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

you deserve this. On the television, I lifted the trophy, my smile radiant. Outside the television, Vivian rotted in the mire, beyond redemption. I walked out of the venue, and Tessa draped a coat over my shoulders. "What are you thinking about?" she asked gently. I looked up at the sky and took a deep breath of free air. "I'm thinking that although this world is cruel, sometimes it is also quite fair." My name was Sebastian Whitmore. In my previous life, I had been Aaron Hutchinson, a sacrifice offered up by those closest to me.

“Close to Damien. I need eyes outside these walls. I need leverage. And when it is time, I need blades.” “You will have them,” Marcus said. “Dozens of us lost everything when the Voss pack fell. We have been waiting. For you.” The call ended with new protocols and the promise of more names. A small network began to form. Hidden wolves. Former allies who had been cast out. Even a few Blackthorns who hated Damien’s rule. I ended the call and sat still, breath uneven. The memory of him mixed with the thrill of the plan. My hand moved without thought, pressed against my skirt, and I forced it away.

“No. Running only makes you prey. We need allies, and we need to understand what we’re up against.” Aaron sighed. “You mean we need to go to the Crescent Keep, don’t you?” Edward nodded once. My breath caught. The Crescent Keep. The old fortress buried deep within the mountains—a sanctuary for exiled packs, rogues, and anyone who’d defied the Council. A place of safety… and danger in equal measure. Aaron let out a low groan. “That place is crawling with thieves and traitors. Half of them would sell us out for a bag of gold.”