Rogue Artwork Novels & Stories

Claws flashed as pack warriors fought the rogues, bodies colliding again and again. Arthur, also in his wolf form, rushed to Ravena’s side. His massive body blocked another rogue that tried to slip past them. He struck hard, knocking the rogue away before it could reach the path Raven had taken. ”They’re trying to follow him,” Ravena growled through the pack link. ”I know,” Arthur replied. ”Hold them here,” he added. More rogues rushed in from the shadows. They were desperate, wild, and reckless. They fought without fear, driven only by hunger and rage.

My heart raced as I realized these were rogues. I hissed and dropped it on the floor, continuing to arrange the papers. I picked up another picture, it was the same rogue. As I examined them one by one, I realized all the pictures where the images of rogues. "This is confusing. Why do they have so many pictures of rogues?" There was something odd about them. As I brought each picture closer to my face, I noticed they had different eye colors. Six of the pictures showed red eyes, while the others had bright yellow eyes, as if they were divided into two distinct groups.

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

"If you don't reject him, I'll have to declare him a rogue and banish him from this pack. We don't need him here." "You can't do that father. He is your subject! You can't maltreat your pack members for no reason! That will be outrageous!" I yelled. I couldn't believe my ears. Being declared a rogue was the worst thing that could happen to a werewolf — aside from being rejected. A rogue was an outlaw, one without a pack. He was sent out of his home to roam about the deadly forest alone. Rogues were helpless wolves without the protection of an alpha and they were open to any attack whatsoever

She was a hard she-wolf, and she wouldn’t accept the bits and pieces. Anita did ultimately beat Russell and Jack, for that matter. She was alive to go on and do the work they trained her to do. Now on to bigger and better things. _____________________ Here ends The Rogue & The Rose. Don’t miss out on the story. Look up Klaira Blains for other titles belonging to the Black River Pack and Big City Wolves Series. I hope you enjoyed this and my other novels here only on GoodNovel. Love Klaira

“I wouldn’t say that with such confidence. The requests he makes, the prices he sets, they tend to be pretty… personal.” “Personal? How so?” Braxton nodded, “To get into the pack, he made a rogue omega Kiara hand over a pendant necklace which belonged to her mother. It was the last thing she had to remember her dead parents by and Camden took it from her like it meant nothing. It was just some kind of twisted trophy and the rest of us were left having to help look after a distraught and grieving eleven year old little girl.” Adira hated to admit it, but that was much worse than what she had been expecting and she couldn’t help but wonder what Camden might ask of her in exchange for his help.

That was the main reason why Alpha Toot decided to work with them. Alpha Rogue stood in the position he was in, holding Lavender tight even though she was trying to get out of his grip. Holding her a little too tight. It was making her uncomfortable and hurting her. The more I saw her frown from his grip, the more angry I became. The rogues kept coming, and with each passing second, I addressed them with fierce, and more deadly moves. The altar was not too far from me but the constant interruptions were making it difficult for me to get there, and the Alpha rogue knew this with the way he had a sly smile on his face.

Arthur had felt their presence like an instinct he couldn’t explain. “I… I tried to stop them.” But it had been too late. They would never abandon their comrades to their deaths. All Arthur could do was go after them and try to kill as many rogues as he could. Didn’t know how many rogues there were, but he knew that the patrol members would be in trouble. They fought fiercely, ripping and tearing through the rogues in practiced patterns. A rogue was only at an advantage against one werewolf because rogues were fierce and irrational beasts. Against teams of three, a rogue lost the advantage of being unpredictable as the three werewolves could cooperate.

"Soon, we'll have what we need." Avery seized the moment of relative calm to try and gather more information. "Why do you need these artifacts so badly? What’s their significance to you?" The Rogue Lord's eyes narrowed as he regarded her. "You ask a lot of questions for someone in your position. But I suppose it doesn’t hurt to tell you. These artifacts hold ancient power, power that can tip the balance in our favor. With them, we'll no longer be outcasts. We’ll be unstoppable." Avery shuddered at the thought of the rogues wielding such power. She needed to buy time and find a way to alert her mates. "And you think you can control that kind of power? The legends say it’s dangerous, even for