Rogue And Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Mason's voice dripped with fury as a low rumble began to grow in his chest. Danica could feel her heart stop at the one word that came out of Mason's mouth. A rogue? Mason had vaguely explained to her what rogues were earlier that day. Rogues were wolves that decided to go against morals. Instead they chose to go around killing for pleasure, they craved the kill. Most in the end wound up insane and became nothing more than vicious wild creatures in the end. Heart pounding she tried to find the rogue that was roaming around outside of the car.

But that assumption was clearly bullshit. Rogues weren’t just dangerous, they were unpredictable, savage, and unbound by any laws of a pack. Outcasts who had been stripped of rank, banished for rebelling, who now tore through the world like beasts of vengeance. And when they weren’t being hunted, they hunted back. One rule about rogues: They never came alone. I turned to run, but the air shifted. The wind hissed through the trees unnaturally fast, and before my foot could even lift off the ground, something dropped from above.

Chapter 27: The Tides of Battle Rogue Alpha’s POV The scent of blood, sweat, and fear mingled in the air as the battle raged around me. The ground beneath my paws shook with every blow, every strike, as the chaos of war enveloped us. My pack, the rogues who had followed me for years, were in their element. They were fast, ruthless, and eager to tear down everything in their path. The Alpha bloodline that had ruled this territory for so long—Alpha Callum’s pack—was crumbling. It was only a matter of time before we wiped them out completely.

The three knew that. “We try to reason that to them but they were persistent that causing those explosions.” Sedrick added with a heavy sigh under his breath. ‘Think carefully, dude. It's a surprise event for everyone especially when you’re just starting out.’ Upon hearing the reminders from his wolf, Angel nodded in understanding about the situation that they suddenly caught into. “Types of rogues?” Angel wondered while his mind was thinking very carefully. “Vampire and wolves along with their family.” Andriel answered. Mira sighed heavily.

The sound of his shift was thunder in the small space. I pressed myself against the back wall of the cave, and my legs gave out. The stone bit into my back. The heat still pulsed through me, a sick rhythm that made everything blur at the edges, and I watched the fight like it was happening underwater. Bastian's wolf was a monster. Black fur, one ear torn, shoulders thick as boulders. He caught the first rogue by the throat and threw it against the cave wall hard enough that I heard bones crack. But the second rogue was already on his flank, and the third circled toward the fire, toward me.

Aria’s POV Weeks later The cold night air bit into my skin as I crouched in the shadows, the dense forest around me alive with the whispers of danger. The rogue pack had been tracking this Alpha for weeks, and tonight was the night we made our move. I tightened my grip on the dagger strapped to my thigh, the weight of the blade a comforting reminder of my resolve. The Alpha we were after, Aldric, ruled his pack through fear and violence. His people were starving, beaten down by years of his tyranny. It was a reflection of the worst kind of leadership, and I couldn’t stand by any longer. Not when I had the power to change things.

Word from his men working within the League households was that they were finally ready to fight back. No doubt Ashton Lennox was leading the charge. He was the only member of the group who ever had any ability to play the game like Hugo did, but it did not matter. The baron was far too late, and even this turn of events had been expected. Necessary, in fact. There would be no stopping the firestorm from raining down upon the League of Rogues and everyone they loved. ***

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

So when a rogue somehow managed to appear right next to the evacuation line, chaos ensued. Unlike other Werewolves or Lycans, the rogues were more monstrous. They were completely covered in hair and beast-looking the image they presented was vile. Rogues were no different from actual wild and deranged wolves. They basically had no humanity in them and all that was left was wild beastial instinct. Rogues usually didn’t band together, and although they might appear in succession or scattered groups, they were not the type to actively cooperate—especially if the group didn’t seem to have a leader.

I nodded stiffly, still buzzing from the feeling of his lips on my skin and wanting more. He sent a cheeky smirk my way before grabbing my hand in his and pulling me in the direction of his territory. We held hands as we walked back to his territory through unclaimed land, where rogues were free to roam. Rogues are wolves that have either left their pack or been kicked out. They were ruthless, soulless werewolves who don't care about rules or authority. When we finally made it to Dark Apollo's territory, Bryan's Beta Andrew met us by the border. He welcomed me back, before telling Bryan about something to do with the pack business.