Rogue 1 Quotes Novels & Stories

“Not you. Your pack. They attacked us while we were gathering supplies. We didn’t do anything wrong, and they tore us apart!” The gathered crowd began to murmur and their eyes shifted toward me. “We’re not all bad people,” the rogue continued with his voice shaking with anger. “But they didn’t care. They saw rogues and attacked. Just like you used to do.” I tightened my hands into fists and my jaws as well. “I’m not one of them anymore,” I said in a low tone. The rogue laughed bitterly. It was a harsh sound that grated against my nerves. “Maybe not now. But the moment they accept you back, it won’t take long before you’re the rogue-killing monster you once were.”

“Spare you? Do you think this is mercy’s battlefield? You rogues are nothing but weeds choking our soil—and I’m the one sent to rip you out.” I gestured broadly to the carnage around us. “This,” I said coldly, “is exactly what you all deserve.” The rogue began to whimper—then, unexpectedly, he laughed. It was hollow and breathless. “We might not make it,” he said, his tone bitter. “Yes, you won’t,” I replied, eyes narrowing. “If you have anything useful to say—any information that might spare your worthless life for even a second—start talking before I decide to end you now.”

“No. I’ve come to get answers. Start talking.” The rogue chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. “You think you scare me? I’ve faced worse than you.” Ren’s lips curled into a faint, humorless smile. “You should be more worried about what happens if you don’t talk.” The rogue’s gaze flickered, his bravado faltering for just a moment. “You think you’re so strong,” he sneered. “But you don’t even know what’s coming. You and your precious Luna... you’re nothing compared to him.”

Amidst Rogue three’s grumbles of complaints holding the back of his head, Rogue one, with the seniority of Lilian, hissed, ‘I just replied to her, you twit. ‘But she ain’t sayin a thin—.’ ‘Why would I reply if I didn’t hear anythin?’ interjected Rogue one, in the strapping build of Umberto, and the menace of a one-eyed pirate—only it wasn’t a patch—but a web of skin that band-aid the eye that was once burnt, sealing it permanently. ‘What the muck are you lookin at?’ He growled, puffing a stench of staleness and acid. I winced and coughed a little, and the guy cackled like a drug addict with a free dose.

“It was useless asking him in the first place. Mason was right; we are rogues, and we shouldn’t be taking orders from them. It is better this way; he doesn’t have to know where we are.” “Hmmm.” “What is it?” Kane asked, angling his mate so she could face him. “I am sensing some hesitation within you.” “I don’t know; I don’t just think we are making the right decision. We are literally uprooting everyone from where they are known to somewhere unknown. People don’t do so well with changes.” “You have forgotten that we are rogues; we are wanderers. We were never meant to settle in a place.” “You don’t expect me to know that.” Ariel said under her breath, and she was sure Kane could hear her, bu

"The best thing you can do is run to another pack. Because your own has already cast you out. To them you are no Gamma or Bloodfang. You are nothing but a disgraced rogue." At that word, rogue, something inside Judy shattered. She dug her nails into her skin until it bled. "We will see who is a rogue." She whispered, shaking with fury. "If the Goddess won't help me, I'll find power even she will tremble before."

But here, in this ragged group of outcasts and survivors, I'd found something I'd never had before. Purpose. "I choose you," I said quietly. "All of you. I'm not running." Kael smiled—small but genuine. "Good. Because we need you, Selene. More than you know." “Why do you keep saying that?” I asked. “I’m untrained. I’m unstable. Right now, I’m more danger than help.” He was quiet for a long moment, his expression thoughtful. “I’ve been a rogue for years,” he said finally. “I’ve watched wolves fight, survive, and fall apart. I know what strength looks like. I know what fear looks like. And I know what potential looks like.”

“If…if you want to kill me then…then make it snappy!” I didn't move even a muscle, just stared down at him. “What the fuck are you, Rogue?” He shook his head, a deep frown etched on his face as he stared at me like I was crazy. “I'm…. I'm nothing!!” He spat. “Just let me go or kill me already” “Nothing….” I repeated with a sneer as I began taking slow, calculated strides towards him. “Well…. nothing doesn't heat up the snow…. nothing doesn't bite back and dares cross my territory without a death wish”

I really, really need to learn how to stop and think before I speak. I turn around and go back inside. Edric will be here soon. He’ll want to talk, because that’s what he always does. Talk. He really does think that if you talk enough, you can solve any problem. ~ Not always, ~ my wolf says. ~ What about the rogue? ~ * The exception proves the rule. *

I growled, but they remained unmoved. He turned to the others and they all shared a laugh. “Who do you think you are?” He asked, arching his brow. “You think you can defeat us all by yourself? You should be trying to make a bargain for your life, not warning us.” “Perhaps, we should teach him a lesson he'd never forget in this life or the next,” another suggested. Marcus nodded and one of the Rogues lunged forward at me, shooting out his claws with murderous intent.