Rogue Antonym Novels & Stories

Staring at his face she mumbled. "Who really are you scary man?" ______________________________________ Warning: It's a forced love trope book with the scariest male lead ever. This male lead played a character of an antagonist in Rogue's Innocent Mate. He was cause of all problems in that book so you can already imagine how fucked up he is. So remember this warning. And don't blame me afterwards that I didn't warn ya guys. Next will be updated soon. Keep on liking and commenting.

The scenery couldn’t be worst, the gold diggers transform themselves and two others drew knives, coming to us, enraged, by listening Geffrey say: “They are looters, they came to steal your gold, attack them.” Uncle Ronan turns his head back his appearance distorted and howls, transforming himself in a gray scary mortal wolf, going after Geffrey who was running down the road. The bullets whirred everywhere and the gold diggers grouped themselves to attack us. Far away, uncle Quinn enters a knife fight with two gold diggers, hitting them not giving a chance to escape, but the other is able to sink a knife in his thigh. When getting ready for a second blow on uncle Quinn’s ribs, Adam hits him w

I leave them and my legs, too, lose their strength, I fall down on my knees at the porch, the brown wolf approaches me and I recognize it. Its strong and firm eyes look at me and undress my soul, it’s the same brown wolf that revenged and protected me that night in the forest. Connie comes closer and tries to pet the brown wolf, but it dodges, it seems angry, uncontrolled, in an alert state. “Da… Damy, he’s going to b… be fine, eve… everyth… everything will end fi… fine, Da… Damy.” Hunter yells at me and I haven’t woken up from the shock that had paralyzed me.

Unlike how I found him unconscious and butt naked. "Why did you leave your pack, Peyton?" He questions, eyes never leaving mine. "Stepping foot into this land as an exiled wolf makes you nothing but a rogue. And we do kill rogues, or lock them up because they're never to be trusted." The lines on his forehead are furrowing as he makes this known to me.

I couldn’t stop staring. The rogue camp was nothing like I expected. It wasn’t cold or strict like Bloodfang, where everyone feared making a single mistake. Here, everything was alive. Messy. Warm. Real. A group of wolves sat by a fire, laughing and passing a bottle around. Near another tent, two women sparred playfully, throwing punches and laughing without anger. Children ran between tents, shouting and chasing each other in a wild game of tag. Children. In a rogue camp.

The woman said. “How can I trust a rogue?” I narrowed my eyes. “It’s a common perception of people who are not outcast. I won’t blame you. a rogue is always considered a threat, a monster who only kills but nobody thinks what we face every day to survive. I won’t say that tall rogues are good but there are also people who live in packs but are worse enemies.” She said. She was right. I regretted using wrong word for them but before I could explain her, a guard came running to me.

I asked, my voice trembling. "It means the moon was waiting for us," Lucian said. He looked at his own hand. The scar was there, identical to mine. "It means we aren't lying anymore, Azzianna. You are mine. And I am yours. Not because of a contract, but because of the blood." The silence in the room was heavy. We stared at each other, the reality of what we had done sinking in. I was no longer a Thorne by marriage. I was something else. I was a Silver-Bane who had chosen a Rogue.

Her instincts screamed, feet backing away slowly, breath catching in her throat. One lunged. She screamed—and then suddenly— A blur of black fur crashed into the attacker mid-air. A massive black wolf with silver eyes, twice the size of the others, snarled with a guttural sound that shook the air. From the distance, golden eyes watched from the rooftop. The rogue Alpha. His fists were clenched. His chest rose and fell in frustration. He was going to save her. But he was too late. That bastard beat him to it.

, Meg told him and smiled. " I'm Antonio" " Meghan" Meg bit back a giggle when Antonio took her hand and kissed it. Ouu, proper gentleman. Chivalry isn't dead after all. She had a weakness for Italian men with impeccable manners. "Enchante" "I guess I'm enchanted too", Meg replied. God, she felt so light. " I have seen you twice now. Did you come with your gentleman?" "I don't have any gentleman", Meg corrected him. " And the man who came with you the last time?", Antonio asked.

Then blurted out the question. “What exactly is a rogue?” His expression immediately changed. “A rogue is a werewolf without a pack.” I listened carefully. “Most rogues aren’t dangerous.” “But some are.” His voice became quieter. “Dangerous enough that even other werewolves avoid them.” I swallowed. Remembering the creature from the forest. The madness in its eyes. The bloodlust. The way it looked at me. A chill crawled down my spine. “So that wolf…” “It was hunting.” He interrupted.