Rogue Antonym Novels & Stories

"Take her." They moved forward, but Zane stepped in front of me. "Try it." "You can't fight us all, Darius." "Want to bet?" A howl echoed through the forest. Then another. And another. Rogues emerged from the shadows. Dozens of them, surrounding the pack wolves. "You brought an army?" Alpha Thorne snarled. "I brought family." Zane smiled, all teeth. "The rogues you've been hunting? They're mine. Every last one."

Silence stretched across the room. The rogue stared at the symbol like it might burn him. I leaned forward slightly. “You attacked Frostbite territory.” Still nothing. “You targeted a specific wolf.” His eyes flicked up toward mine. “There it is,” Anton murmured. I folded my arms. “Why her?” The rogue’s lips curled slightly. “You don’t know, do you?” “Know what?” Anton snapped. The rogue’s gaze moved between us slowly. Then he chuckled. A low, ugly sound. “You’re protecting her,” he said.

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.

My mother closes the mind link and stands next to my father, who checks our invites by the two Crescent Moon warriors. Rogues are wolves who have been banished or rejected from their packs. The majority of rogues are criminals; they have no rules or morals. They attack at the slightest sign of weakness, raping women and killing anyone in their path. In other words, they cause chaos and destruction.

As allies and friends, we help each other when needed, and today, Michael needed our help. Rogues aren't pleasant to deal with. They are wolves that have either been kicked out or left on their own will. A wolf without a pack is a rogue, and they're dangerous. The longer you remain rogue, the more likely you’ll become wild and feral, and once that happens, you lose yourself and your humanity. The stronger rogues like to band together and attack packs. And today it looked like they chose Michael's pack. Thankfully, we're not far, and within 30 minutes of our arrival, we had his packs secured.

The door was solid metal and rusted and the building numbers had fallen off long ago. Jason went to the door and knocked, giving me a here we go look. The door creaked open slowly. I had never understood pack members distaste for rogues until the scent of this man hit my nostrils. He smelled of rancid milk that had been left out in the sun. I didn’t understand what it was until Jason pushed himself between us to guard me from the man. “Can I help you?” The man asked. Squaring up solidly with Jason.

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

"I know." "I don't think you do, not all the way. A rogue passing hand to hand, garage to garage — that's not just wolves finding safety. That's a story other people are going to hear too. Alphas. The kind who don't like hearing that a pack answering to nobody is growing two states from their own territory."

One of them said sounding hungry. "What do they want with one of us?" Avire asked. "What would a rogue want with you when they get hold of you?" I answered her again with a question and then it dawned on her. "Hey, we need to get an antidote real quick. If you can't help, move out of the way." She screamed at them. "Not without a fight!" The other one muttered and these rogues got set to fight us. I was shocked by their razz behavior and was just about to say something when they suddenly charged at us.

It allows Rek the freedom he craves so badly. The guard is shaking his head at me. “You are not meant to leave pack territory, rogue.” He says bluntly, the emphasis and hate, on the word rogue. I frown, hating that term. It makes me sound worthless. Like I am not equal to him. Below him. If only he knew…