Rogue And Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Apollo counters the wolf’s movements pushing me as he backsteps. “Thea, stay back, ok?” Apollo orders. The gross-looking wolf takes another step as the wind kicks up, filling my nostrils with the putrid smell of rotting trash. Is this a rogue? His teeth snaps at us. The air shimmers and the sound of bones breaking and rearranging sings out in front of me. Apollo’s clothes lay in shreds on the ground, and his large, brown wolf bares his teeth at the rogue. The rogue lunges forward, Apollo matching his action. Their claws and teeth strike against each other in the air before they land side by side on the ground.

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.

He anticipated the rogue's strikes, countering with a combination of acrobatics and brute strength. At a crucial juncture, a particularly formidable rogue with a scarred face emerged as the group's apparent leader. Limuel faced off against the scarred rogue, a formidable adversary leading a group of rogues with malicious intent. The moon cast an ethereal glow upon the battleground, where the clash between the two forces unfolded. In an effort to breach Limuel's defenses, the scarred rogue used a combination of rage and desperation.

Kai POV The rogues hit like a storm unleashed from the very fog itself. Dozens of them, lean and feral, bursting from the treeline with silver-tipped claws glinting in the dying light. Their eyes glow an unnatural crimson, pupils slit like serpents, dilated with a hunger that’s more curse than instinct. They move with horrifying coordination, darting in pairs and threes, cutting through the mist like arrows aimed straight for Liora. Atlas roars inside me, the sound tearing out of my throat as I shift mid-stride, bones snapping and reforming in a blaze of silver-tipped black fur. I launch myself at the lead rogue, jaws clamping around its throat with bone-crushing force. Hot blood sprays acro

So would the pack. The Rogue Uprising had begun. And it would not end with a single flood.

The rogue’s lifeless body crumpled to the ground, its rancid scent overwhelming my senses, but I didn’t care. Chaos erupted. The rogues attacked all at once, their desperation palpable. I met them head-on, a whirlwind of claws and teeth. One sank its teeth into my side, its breath reeking of death and decay, but I didn’t feel it. I didn’t care. My jaws closed around its neck, crushing bone and tearing flesh. Its gurgled cry faded as I flung its lifeless body into another rogue, sending them both crashing into the rocks.

“No. We were tracking some rogues that had kidnapped a few children from our pack, this land belongs to no one. It is neutral ground.” I nodded again, “then I ask that you leave me in peace. I have done nothing to you or your pack.” The alpha growled, causing me to jump. “You are a rogue.” Another man spoke, stepping forward, he was identical to the alpha, though much smaller and seemingly younger. “How old are you?” I tensed, I was trying hard not to collapse to my knees and sob for the loss of my mother, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep it together. My heart was breaking and Kayla was howling mournfully in my head. “I’m seventeen.”

She raised a claw to finish it off when another rogue jumped at her, knocking her off the wolf. Nora whimpered, falling to a side, leaving her ribs bruised and bleeding. Of course, rogues travelled in twos. The new rogue crouched beside the fallen rogue, sniffing it and checking if it was still alive. Nora saw her blood on a couple of fallen leaves and growled, charging at the newcomer. She gave it no breathing space as she took it down, swiping at its neck with renewed energy and anger. When it tried to howl for help, she ripped out its vocal cord and the rogue went still. Returning to the initial one, it was barely alive and struggling to get away.

After that I dig my claws into the first rogue's face and slash out one of its eyes then I slash my claws deep into the second rogue's throat killing the rogue then I turn to the third rogue that was trying to sneak up on me. I lunge at the rogue and I bite into the rouges leg and bite down breaking the leg causing the rouge to howl in pain and while the rouge back away in pain I lunge and bite down on its throat hard until it stops moving then I back away looking around the battlefield I see that most of the rogues have been dealt with but I see one of the rogues probably the leader and flee into the forest.

So close Maya could feel it vibrating in her chest. "Rogues," Alec said, his voice tight. "They felt her power surge." Maya's stomach dropped. She knew what rogues were—every wolf did. Exiles. Outcasts stripped of pack and territory, cast out for crimes too brutal even for wolf justice. They'd banded together over the years, forming something twisted and dangerous: a pack built on violence and desperation instead of blood and honor. They raided Alliance territories constantly, hitting borders, stealing resources, killing anyone who got in their way.