Rogue Alternative Novels & Stories

she asked looking to her side as if she had been enjoying the carnival. “I can’t say for sure now but I think they are rogue wolves,” Alastor said, making her brows come together and look up at him. “Rogues, what are those?” she asked and stopping by a balloon seller he bought her a balloon as he talked to her. “Rogues are werewolves who don’t belong to a pack and remember what I told you about packs?” he asked, making her nod, “Yes so they are under no leader and are therefore free to roam and do whatever they want. Most rogues are criminals and outcasts that refuse to behave in a manner that protects other wolves but not all are bad, some of them are good too.”

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

I take a break from my work and hunt down and kill rogues that have gone insane. Unlike most werewolves, I don’t kill all rogues, just the ones that are insane. That is why I said that the werewolf treatment of rogues is a problem. Often, wolves who have gone rogue to escape a bad situation and are seeking shelter, are killed or imprisoned simply because they are rogues. Ugh. This annoys me so much. Innocent people are killed because of herd mentality. Why can’t the pack wolves see that some rogues are not bad?

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

I put what I am doing to the side and gestured for him to take a seat. "Owen, I need to talk to you about something. I do not want you to take offense, but it's about rogues." I nod. Rogues often give packs trouble; somehow, I am an exception. Probably because I attempt to communicate with the wolf packs and live on neutral territory, it probably also helps that they come to my club. "I am not sure what help I can be," I don't associate with many wolves, other than those who work or are members of the club.

A rogue wolf aura is a sick aura, one that's stuck on defense dominating mode, now if we push them back to their pre-maturing phase and teach them to be submissive, we'll be able to do a break-in and turn the rogues back to normal, or normal-ish. "So explain this again for me?" Peter the company vice-president and alpha Thaila's personal friend and cousin say looking at me confused. "We capture a rogue," I say but of course, the man had a reply to everything I said. "That would be hard," he says, I had to hold from rolling my eyes yes at him, he had an army behind him and still he acts like they were going toward this blind and alone. "We'll catch a small rogue, preferably a young one," I co

“You have twenty minutes to leave this pack or face the consequences rogue!. The gamma of the pack rudely said to me as he kicked me in my stomach. I scream as I feel the pain. But I knew if I keep lying down there, they will carry out their threats and actually harm me. So With the little strength that I have left, I got up and did the only thing a rogue knows how to do. I ran. **** It’s been two days since I have been running non-stop. I was tired both physically, emotionally and mentally. Being a rogue means that you can be attacked or killed by any pack, vampires or hunters or other rogues. Every pack thinks every rogue is bad. That is basically because before you will get banned from yo

He leaned in until our scents mingled. "Cancel the trial, Brooke. Other income will find you. Just... trust me on this." "And if I don't?" I sneered. Logan’s eyes flashed with a dangerous, feral light. "There are other ways to handle a stubborn woman," he hissed, his hand moving toward the zipper of my dress. "Remember, I’m a rogue wolf. I’m not afraid of breaking the rules." "Fine! I won't do it!" I gasped, clutching my dress.