Rogue Apocalypse Meme Novels & Stories

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

Andrea set her fingers in motion and typed a message. The Malchian grove is located at the far west of the werewolf city, Brookehurt—yes, you heard me right. The monster who holds Olivia captive is a wolf—along the West-Central Brookehurt highway. I have video proof, which I'll leave below. This (the scene in the video) took place during the raid that happened a week ago. She pinned the post. Going on to Twitter. She forwarded the exact message, same as the video. Done sending the message, she shut her phone. An ugly smirk appeared on her face. "Let the game begin."

“What are you scared of? The bitch? Come here, boy, and stop acting like a pussycat.“ The first rogue speaks again, and the others start laughing at his lame joke. I cringe as they start making ridiculous cat noises with their mouths. Jeez. How stupid are these rogues? The other rogue finally agrees, saying, "Just one more drink." Then, they all started boasting about how many women they had raped and killed, how many female wolves they already had in captivity, and how it felt to have them under their control. I also listened to them as they discussed their plans to bring in more female wolves.

19. Her Grave Rogue's POV I was filled with enrage to my very toes, my breathing coming out warm like a dragon's breath before it spits fire. It was hard to come to terms that the survivors of Venturi used the son of one of the Alphas who have vowed their loyalty to me with an Omertà.

“Soon.” *** The rogue park, as their pack was fondly called, is just as the name implies. They have been the outcasts of their packs, left to suffer a terrible end in the woods, but fate has managed to bring them together. Of them all, Kane was the largest, standing at 6’3 ft., and his wolf was the largest among them all and feral, so he naturally became the Alpha. To humans, they were known as rogue mafias, one of the deadliest underground movements in the United States, and they specialized in the sale of weapons and arms.

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she

"You said you are rogue, but what does that mean? You were not always rogue." "No," I said, and I leaned back in the chair, considering how much to tell her. "I was born into a pack like you were but when I came of age and refused to follow their laws, refused to answer to their Alpha without question, they called me rogue. So I left and built my own pack, gathered wolves who wanted the same thing I did, wolves who wanted to live by their own rules instead of someone else's. They call us rogue because we answer to no one because we do not follow the traditional pack hierarchy. Because I listen to no one and make my own decisions."

Adam had rejected my call! The three Rogues moved closer, and I instinctively took a step back. "I don't think anyone's coming to save you," the one in the middle mocked. "This one's mine," the Rogue on the left said. "No, I called dibs. This one's perfect for me," the Rogue on the right sneered as he licked his lips. "Get away from me!" I shouted. In a panic, I hurled the bottle at the closest Rogue. The bottle hit him square in the face, and he let out an enraged growl.

Again, and again and again I had been used and tossed to the side like a rag doll. “Look at you Bobby, hiding behind a mere teenager. Look at the state of your pack, can you see how pitiful it is? With a snap of my finger, I can send you all into extinction.” Rogue Alpha roared his voice like steel, his hands spread apart like a messiah. “Come out here and fight me Bobby or I’ll wipe out your pack and fuck your daughter that you so love.” “Fight me instead, “Lee roared from his position, his face barely visible from beneath the Betas boots.

I said. “If you still have doubts, just look around. Look at what you've done.” She exclaimed, spreading her hands out “You’re doing your best to bridge the gap. Schools, houses and buildings, you're changing everywhere piece by piece. You brought in pack members to celebrate and you even went as far as beating your own pack member for insulting someone before the ceremony.” I blinked in surprise at what she was referring to; the day in the Rogue packs shopping mall when the older woman insulted rogues. I recalled dealing with it before I rushed to her but she was long gone by then? How did she know that?