Rogue Artwork Novels & Stories

“Welcome Alphas, we are here to make an important decision. We don’t need to make it a debate or tell you what we are here for but for clearing up any misunderstanding, we are gathered to make a decision. Should the rouge pack be part of us? The council would have decided on this but we have unfortunately come to a tie and incase of a tie breaker, it would be put for a public vote.” The hall erupted into hush whispers. People wondered why it was a topic for discussion. “Please be quiet, everyone.” Elder Taffy, the leader, spoke. “This will be done now. All in support for the rogue pack to be an official pack please raise your hands.” Few hands went up but it was not enough, then I saw Kael p

I glared at him and started walking away. " Ah…Wait..." I stopped walking and turned around to stare down at him. He avoided my eyes again, " Fine...I'll talk" he mumbled. Clover got off him and smiled at me, " You're welcome" she said and skipped away. I turned my gaze back to the rogue. He scratched his his head nervously, " This is so awkward and weird" he mumbled and sighed. I took the time to look at him well. He had dark hair that looked so untidy from him running his fingers through. His eyes were a light grey and his lips were pale and thin. His nose was not so pointy and his brows were on point. He should be at least 6'0 feet.

Every other Alpha had been left with no choice but to torture me in order to obtain the information they wanted, but that usually took them at least a month to get anything from me which they could actually use. I had a pretty high pain threshold and could easily go for weeks before anything actually effected my body. I just gave them what they wanted after a month in return they gave me what I needed, which was their full support when the time came. "Why are you rogue?" Jayson asked me. "My pack were slaughtered when I was eighteen. I was happy, just living my life with my family, but that was all taken away from me in one night..." I paused as I brought my head up so that I was looking at

Time seemed to stretch as they waited, and eventually, the boy returned, dismounting the horse and handing the rogue a carefully bundled object. The rogue carefully unraveled the bundle, revealing a portrait that depicted not only the late Alpha and Luna but also Amani, positioned front and center. The image appeared recent, capturing Amani as she looked now, yet devoid of her scars. As the rogue's gaze lingered on the portrait, Malakai could sense a well of emotions held back within the depths of the man’s eyes. After a moment of reflection, the rogue extended the portrait to Malakai, who readily accepted it. Malakai promptly passed it to one of his men who swiftly secured the portrait to h

*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

“And of course, you don’t want to mark me because you don’t want to take your throne back.” “I don’t know what I want to do yet. I have no support. No army. It’s not that easy.” “What about these rogues Monty spoke about? What is a rogue anyway?” “A rogue is a packless wolf. It’s not that easy. Rogues aren’t warriors. By the time I have them trained and ready for a war, Caspian would know and we’d all be dead. Well, not you and me…we’d only wish we were dead.”

I reply snarkly. “I’d like to see you try hurt us she-wolf, you aren’t strong enough. Now shut up and let us have some fun.” He replies. With that, Artemis shifts and attacks the rogue, ripping his throat out before he can react. The other 5 rogues bare their teeth at me and start surrounding me. I let Artemis take full control as the first rogue attacks us. Artemis dodges out of the way just as the rogue claw swipes at her side.

I put what I am doing to the side and gestured for him to take a seat. "Owen, I need to talk to you about something. I do not want you to take offense, but it's about rogues." I nod. Rogues often give packs trouble; somehow, I am an exception. Probably because I attempt to communicate with the wolf packs and live on neutral territory, it probably also helps that they come to my club. "I am not sure what help I can be," I don't associate with many wolves, other than those who work or are members of the club.

Flora’s P.O.V I wrapped a bandage around Clay’s abdomen, careful not to tighten the cloth too much so his wounds could heal on their own. I was slowly starting to realize that being a rogue didn’t only mean mental instability, but there were certain physical drawbacks as well. Rogues didn’t heal as fast as any normal wolf would and they also became highly aggressive when injured. Even now, Clay was gritting his teeth together to stop himself from lashing out. I wasn’t worried though. Clay had always had iron control whenever he was with me, but what I was worried about, wasn’t his physical but mental state.

He saw a rogue in ripped clothes bearing skulls and bones, more like in Gothic fashion. Beside him another rogue stood, he was huger, and looked dangerous than any rogue he had ever seen. He wore golden rings in the shape of a skull. His ten fingers were covered with rings, his bare arms head cross bones tattoos with a giant Python head and a nicked woman with long hair.