Rogan Mcmahon Novels & Stories

"Thank you, but I don't want to talk about it now, if you don't mind." She nodded. "I hope you can sort it out." I hummed, not sure if he would want to. "Do you mind if I go with you to the ball?" "Of course not; come on, let's go. Johnny and Ciro will drive there themselves." We talked about the mafia and the Gravanos. I found out that they hadn't always been the number one mafia in the world until Johnny took over at a young age and became the capo. Mr. Gravano had always been abusive, but since little Viona passed away, he became more abusive and even started helping their opponents. Something sounded off about how Viona passed away, but I decided to keep quiet.

His very existence was an insult to my famiglia. While being dragged away, he screamed hysterically, "Isabella, I'll haunt you, even as a ghost! My famiglia won't let you go. You're all going to hell sooner or later!" I paid him no mind. I was well aware that the Passinis had collapsed, and Giovanni had been sent down south by Matteo, never to return. Mercy only invited ruin in our world. I would never give a traitor a second chance, and I would never allow my famiglia to be harmed again.

"Yes, I can say that,' Alexandro said. “I won’t join your manhunt, if that’s what you’re asking. But I will tell you this—there are others out there. Beyond my kingdom. Beyond yours. Not all creatures respect our war or our women.” Alexandro’s eyes narrowed. “You know something.” “I know rumors. I’ve heard whispers of a new power rising from the east. A rogue named Maeron. Not a wolf. Not quite human. Something... older. I thought he was a myth.” “Why would a myth take my mate?” Valerian’s expression darkened. “You’ll have to find that answer yourself.” Alexandro’s jaw tightened. He didn’t trust Valerian. He never would. But what he said sounded real.

It's terrible I can't flirt right now with the she-wolf. As for her friend he was a tall and fit male. With dreamy muscles... Almost deemable for a beta's position. I felt instantly jealous of him. I wanted to be that close to her... He must have been hand picked to come pick up the rogue. They really weren't leaving any chances of that rogue to escape. The rogue wouldn't have a chance going up against those two. I knew they both were from Rabidcrest. This means the one in the van... is the rogue. I didn't get a good look at the rogue before they threw him in the back. His scent definitely matches. This has to be the right guy.

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

Not that I liked to think about them dying, but sometimes, in our world, death was a conversation that was forever on the tip of the tongue when compared with most folk. Not a year went by where some shit stunt like what had happened to me didn’t befall one of us. Then there were the guys around us. Rogan, the man Brennan and Eoghan had set onto Aela at first, was Ma’s favorite guard. He was dead now, and there was no coming back. Not unless he was the next coming of Jesus, and I highly doubted God was capable of that level of mischief. Sending back His son as a hired gun? Highly unlikely.

Hoping she wouldn't suffer any harm from the attack. One by one, of the warriors from the Crescent Moon closed the circle around them. They sneered and growled as they readied for combat. Unaware of who Selene was, unaware of who James was....unaware of the true background of who Blake is! The heir to the Primordial wolves. The strongest, ruthless, most aggressive wolves in all existence. Will they be able to handle him alone? Alpha Stewart chuckles, an evil glare in his face. Macy stands before him. Her hand held high, face perked up with pride. Under estimating the results that may come.

Logan smiled cunningly; he reached into his shirt to look for something, then curled his lips. "Yes, of course. Who do you think I am? But I don't work without compensation. Think carefully, why negotiate with me? Marcus noticed Logan's hand, his eyes darkened. Looking at Marcus' murderous expression, I knew what he was thinking. If we evaluate Marcus' ability, he is not much inferior to Logan, but in terms of cunning, I need to rate Logan highly. He is an Alpha and has ruled a pack since he was young. He did not stop at any tricks to get Black Moon to its current position.