Renegades の小説・ストーリー

Gena looks at me and I can see the wheels turning in her head. I’m wearing my kutte so she knows I’m a Renegade. Does she have a problem with it? Or is she trying to figure out who I am to Silvy and the baby. “ Gena, this is Goof.” Silvy said. I move the hand that was holding Silvy and hold it out to Gena. “ Nice to meet you.” I said. Gena looks at me then Silvy. More like at Silvy’s belly. “ I’ll explain later.” Silvy said. Gena nods then takes my hand. “ Nice to meet you Goof.” she said. She looks at my kutte again. “ Renegades. You know Sabine and Viper?” she asked.

Maddox said anxiously. I raised an eyebrow. "Don't be swayed by the mate bond, Maddox. Renegades are often cunning, and some like to disguise themselves as fragile and innocent. Don't judge a renegade by its appearance; they're called renegades for a reason, and those reasons aren't always good." I reminded him, but his mind seemed clouded by his sudden love for his mate. He was convinced his mate was good, incapable of the evil of other savage renegades.

Loyal, tough, and like us, didn’t believe in the current laws of how packs ran. We, The Renegades, were looked down on by packs. Seen as less than nothing but rogues. Tyrants and mercenaries. Muscle for hire. Sure, we were rough, loyal only to ourselves, and made money off other people’s problems and feuds. Yet still, we had a higher moral than most of these godforsaken packs that were more concerned with power, money, and self-preservation. They were greedy, cruel, and took care of themselves first at the expense of their pack members. They were pawns in the higher rank’s greed, and they were treated just as much.

Group hug it is. Finally !

he says. “Thanks.” I manage a grim smile. “Let’s talk about the rogues,” I tell him, ready to change the subject. Dez nods, knowing I’m done talking about Aria for now, and we start talking about the band of renegades that keeps crossing along the border of our territory, a topic that should’ve made me disgruntled, but I am already in such a foul mood from the conversation with my dad, I don’t think anything else could make me feel worse.

" this doesn't make any sense, how did I end up all the way here with no recollection of it, and you're sure it wasn't your doing?" " Careful rogue, I may be a fair King but my patience has a limit" " you're the King?! Your Majesty I'm so sorry I didn't I mean, I don't know what the hell I'm trying to say right now but I swear to you I speak the truth" " what is your name rogue?" "it's Carson, Carson Wade" " how did you end up rogue?" a look of pain flashed across his face before he inhaled deeply and spoke " I was a warrior in a pack and it turned out that I was mated to the Alphas' daughter, she felt like I was beneath her as I was just a warrior and anybody can be a warrior as she said, y

"Let their deaths be a warning to any who'd abandon the Rogue Nation." “My lady….’’ Regor, Kaira's most trusted aid, fell on his knees trying to beg for mercy. “Please show mercy to the rebel rogue. I know they made a big mistake when they decided to leave rogue nation years ago but we can’t just leave them out there alone, they are all going to get killed.

The "First Breach" was a sensory unweaving of the North’s foundations. As the "Abandoned Drafts"—the wolves made of "Redacted" static—poured through the black-and-gold door, the vibrant atmosphere of the "Unmapped" realm began to stutter. These were not the "Genesis Legion" or the "Mosaic" refugees. They were the "Scentless Echoes"—versions of the Blackwood and Thorne warriors who had been deleted during the Architects' various resets. They carried the "Ink" of their own cancellation like a terminal plague.

“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