Rogue Alternative Novels & Stories

(Ares POV) Our car slowly entered in the Rogue Alpha’s territory and my heart was thudding loudly against my ribcage. I don’t want to let down my father because It is the first time in my life that he asked me something and I didn't have the power and courage to say no to him. Although, I said Yes to him but I didn’t know a bit about this alpha, whom I was supposed to meet and convince to sign a deal with us. It was near to impossible but I have no other way. Father already informed me that he asked every single alpha for help but they all refused to offer any help to us, It was our last hope. I take a few deep breaths to calm my erratic heart. A big white and grey color building was standin

I said trying to make it sound fun and playful. “You youngins these days. Back when I was a young one, yes everything you said was true. But in today’s world being a Rogue isn’t what it used to be. But we do have a few Alphas that come through here. But I will give you space to work and give you safety. But I don’t want whatever drama that is going on in your personal life to affect my business. You hear me?” He said sternly.

I told her. “I am really sorry and didn't plan to hurt you intentionally, I will go for now because I know you are angry and you need time to digest all this” with that she stood up and left too. Rogues: are werewolves that have either been kicked out of their pack or left on their own free will. Rogues don't have a set appearance apart from in their wolf form, they have long fur. They also have a bad odour radiating from their bodies. Rogues can be good or bad. In some cases they are the reason for deaths. And they can return to their pack if they are allowed.

“Why not? We are both werewolves with one Goddess, the Goddess of the Moon. There's no difference between me and any of you!” The Rogues laughed as soon as they heard what I said. Isn't what I say true? Rogue is a werewolf who was thrown out of the pack because of a mistake they made. And the Moon Goddess is the protector of werewolves. “Obviously, we are different from werewolves. A rogue is stronger than a werewolf in terms of stamina, strength, and survival. Do not compare us to your humble people.” Alpha said with a face flushed with anger. “We are not lowly people. Werewolves are an honorable people!” My exclamation was not accepted when they actually threw insults.

“I went down the rabbit hole hours ago. Everything sounds crazy and yet so logical. I can’t tell what’s sane and what’s not anymore. I just don’t want anyone screaming at me or getting violent.” Robert gave a frustrated and exasperated sigh. “I assure you both. Whatever is happening here it’s escalating, and we can’t allow it to harm either of you. This is a situation I never planned to be in. But basically this is the calm before a war breaks out. I’m stuck trying to figure out who our enemy is still.” “Question. What are rogues?” “Rogue or rogue pack. Wolf shifters who don’t have a pack or are in a territory they have no right to be in. A rogue pack is a pack who steps into the territory o

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

he sighed, “Well, they were criminals…” I mumbled, “Rogues, darlings are not always criminals. My parents were rogue vampires for a while. A rogue is a person who is not in a pack or into society; it does not mean they committed a crime,” he sighed, and I squinted my eyebrows. “Are any of those guys the case?” I asked, and he took a deep breath. “No, two of them attacked a pack and killed several warriors, and the other one robbed a shop and killed the owner,” he said, and I took a deep breath.

Even the insects had fallen silent. Something was wrong. She backed away from the stream, hackles rising along her spine. Her wolf senses screamed danger, but she couldn't pinpoint the threat. Then the wind shifted, bringing with it a scent that made her blood run cold. Rogues. At least three of them, maybe more. The scent was unmistakable—unwashed bodies, madness, and the metallic tang of old blood. Rogues were wolves who'd been cast out of their packs or had chosen to leave, living without the structure and discipline of pack life. Some were harmless loners. But most descended into madness, becoming little more than feral beasts who killed for sport.

Like it already knows what kind of night this is. I step back into the room and close the door softly. I drop my bag instead of lifting it again. The feeling crawls up my spine. Cold. Sharp. Mean. “Human,” my wolf says. Angry now. Focused. Alpha anger. “Not normal human,” he adds. “Hunter.” I close my eyes and spread my senses the way my father taught me. The way alphas learn early or they don’t live long. Most wolves feel wide. Loud. Messy.

I Arrived at the shadow-core pack’s main driveway, I got a call from Gary Saithe telling me to get my ass over here, Gary is A Vampire -werewolf hybrid known as Alpha to his band of misfit rogues that he likes to keep as pets, his pack was no laughing stock nor to be taken lightly as all pack leaders feared him but Mostly Feared the rogues that he took in as his own members - they were a different sort of breed, not just one race. But a mixture of good and bad. - I killed the Roaring engine to my black sports car and stepped out of the driver’s side straightening out my matching black suit that fitted around me so well. A lingering scent hung in the passing breeze, I took a deep breath inhal