Rogue Antonym 소설 & 이야기

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

I had no problem navigating my way through the dark nights. I knew the moment I crossed my pack’s border I'd become a rogue, unclaimed, unwanted, erased. A name no one spoke. A life no one protected. Out there, the law was simple: rogues are threats. Kill on sight. No questions. I, an alpha female. The daughter of an alpha reduced to nothing more than prey.

By the time I realized that he might be going toward the wrong way, he was already too far gone and there was nothing I could do to stop him at that time since I did not have a better active plan. Okay here is the thing, among the vile creatures that you do not want to cross, rouges topped my list. Apart from being just animals with no human instinct, they were wild and could do anything to get what they wanted. We fight to win and if we don't, we retreat and try again next time. Rogues have no "next time" in their dictionary. They fight until the last animal stands and would do all they can to win. They are wild, rough, and with the first instinct to just "kill".

"Didn't you come here to teach me?" Mace said nothing but picked up the book and began to explain to her. "There are villains called rogues. They are those who have been exiled or have left their pack. They cause problems because they don't want other packs to be happy. You will be able to distinguish them by their distinct odor. They smell rotten." "Hmm. I've noticed a rotten smell lately. It was different from Simon's and yours, and... Is Adolpha one of you?" "Why do you ask?"

*Are you hitting on me Alpha, you know I’m taken,* he joked back. *Well I thought about holding your hand but I don’t want to make anyone jealous,* I said. *We would certainly be the talk of the woods,* he chuckled. Just then, about a mile into the trek, we caught a distinct rogue scent and we all abruptly stopped. Rogues have a unique scent that is hard to explain. They smell like a bunch of things at once. Being in a pack you have your own scent, possibly you carry a bit of your mate. But you smell mostly like yourself. Rogues can lose their unique scent, as a way to throw off enemies and keep them from being easily traced. Their spirit is wild and that’s what they project. So … either Zan

"Well, he could find another pack out there and make himself king again. So how does that solve anything?" We stepped into the room. They both glanced at themselves. I waited for an answer. The woman shut the door and locked it again. Then she turned to look at me. "Kings that have been cast out of their packs are called rogue wolves. And do you know one thing about rogues?" "No. What?" "Everyone hates them. Because they live for the exact thing the rest of us do. So they are an enemy to both our enemies allies." "So you're saying Alpha Donald didn't survive out there?"

He stopped speaking and faced me again. "That's all the members of the Werewolves packs?" I asked him. "There's actually this called the Rogues." "Who are they?" "Rogues are actually those wolves that have been outcast or left their packs." "It's like a human being when it comes to them, there are also outcasts." "Yeah." "So what else are you talking about them?"

were the first words that I mustered to say, "I mean, they are rogues, right? They are supposed to be weak." "Yes, you are right about that, but these rouges are different from pack-less rogues," he responded, "They seemed to have a leader, or something," Right. Rogues are actually stronger, because they have their own bonds, but there are rogues also that are weak, because they do not have a pack that supports their inner system. I nodded in agreement, as I did not know what else to say to him, for me to ignore the wolf inside me that was still fantasizing.

In our realm, rogues are best known for killing their kind if they aren't given a chance. They're a great danger to packs because all they do is kill. We have a bad odor radiating from our bodies.No one can stand the unbearable smell of rotten flesh and rotten eggs. They're really easy to spot that's why they're easily killed. That way they're bestial But there are good rogues like me we don't kill people we just try to survive which is hard because there are rouges out who still want to kill us despite us not being bad.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.