Rock Pirates Novels & Stories

No one offered me a seat. “You’ve heard about the rogue attacks,” Kellan said. Not a question. I swallowed. “Some. Rumors.” “Five enforcers dead in fourteen days. The rogue’s name is Bastian Crowne. He moves alone, hits our border patrols, and disappears before we can organize a pursuit.” Kellan’s voice was a blade wrapped in silk, precise and calm and utterly without warmth. “Our trackers can’t find his den. He’s gathering other outcasts, and if we don’t stop him, we’re looking at a coordinated assault before the first snow.”

“Continue Hunter.” “Thank you Empress Zelda.” He shot Cedric a dirty look before continuing. “Rowell took no prisoners, he killed every man until came across The Black Skulls Clan. They were the meanest pirates he ever did see, so he recruited them to join his crew and sail the seven seas.” “Rhyming ‘see’ with ‘sea’?” Indrick chuckled. “These ghosts sure are uninventive.” “Let’s hear your stories since you want to be judgmental!” Posy snapped.

I can only assume that they believed I was taken home since it was so close to their coven. “You don’t have to be polite, dear,” Talia bats her eyelashes at my father, and I have to suppress the growl that is forming in my chest. “You can call them rogues. Just because your daughter is one…” “That is enough, Mother,” Erebus growls from his seat but Talia isn’t giving up so easily. “It is amazing that she only smells like a human. Since most rogues wreak of decaying flesh and trash,” Talia continues.

**** Phoenix The meeting was finally over and I couldn't wait to go back home. All they talked about was about some rogue that had been violating the rules by running in and out of packs without permission. As much as hate rogues, I feel extremely sorry for this one because once it's caught, it's going to be put to death. My beta reported five rogue cases to me three days ago. He said that he had taken care of four, but the last one was a serious pain in the ass and he wasn't sure how long he was going to restrain himself from strangling it to death.

Another black SUV stops before the entrance, but this time, a lady climbs out of the car along with a man. “Pleasure to see you again, Alpha Richard and Luna Mary. This is my mate, Arielle,” Tyler says. “Pleasure to meet you both,” I politely greet them. “Thank you for having us,” Luna Mary responds. “We are glad that you reached out to us because we have also been experiencing an increase in rogue attacks,” Alpha Richard adds. His mate nods and the two bid us farewell before entering the packhouse. “What pack do they lead?” I ask Tyler after the couple leaves.

“Please forgive us for not recognizing you are indeed the legendary Darryl Darby…” They surrendered after witnessing their leader get defeated by only one of Darryl's skills. Then, Debra frowned as she looked at the men. “Who are you guys? Why are you robbing people here?” One of the men quickly answered, “We’re pirates from the coast nearby–”

Squinting my eyes, I tried to decipher the text. As I read the characters, I silently cursed. I was fluent in numerous languages, including Greek. And the words MADCREST PRIDE were tattooed on the man's neck in Greek characters. The Werewolf Council has given the go-ahead to pursue MADCREST PRIDE—a pack of rogues. Rogues are werewolves who have either been expelled from their pack or fled of their own free will. Being a lone wolf for an extended period of time without a pack drives them insane, but a hundred years ago, rouges discovered a means to extend their lives by forming their own pack. Due to the conflict between the initial leaders of the rogues and werewolves, which ultimately led t

Razor I think I’m going to enjoy this new state and this town. It’s everything I need to grow my crew and run this whole place to where I won’t have to lift another finger to watch the cash roll in. I need a port town to make my deal with the Cartel but there is a thorn standing in my way by the name of C.H.A.O.S. They control the ports and this town, making it impossible for a crew to make any good money. Skin, drugs, weapons, and drugs are where the earning of the green lies. It doesn’t help matters much that this little crew is also backed by the most powerful MC in two states, the Death Riders. It is not fair and I’m planning on making myself right at home in Palomino Bay.

Even though I hate to think it, the only reason that I know can make my mother cry if my dad is not dead is if he has been captured by rogues. Rogues are criminals. Unscrupulous beings. Angry and vengeful werewolves that have declared themselves independent from all laws. They attack packs to plunder, leaving maimed and murdered victims in their wake. And when they kidnap, they torture before asking their victim's family for ransom. I shudder with fear at the thought of my daddy in those animals' captivity. I doubt if he would survive two days. "Oh no! No! No! No!..." I find myself muttering to myself as I cry. "That is not the situation. You have to stay positive..."

But I promised that I would take her to see her family. Javier drops his defensive stance, responding, “I’m sorry man, it’s just bizarre that you didn’t know..” He looks apologetic. Then explains. “And a Rogue is a wild stray wolf, basically. They don’t have any leader or pack, and most don’t want one. They cause chaos wherever they go and are vicious killers. Ripping people who get in their way to shreds literally! They stank too.” And lil Shawn exclaims, “Yeah, they smell like garbage truck juice!”