Rogue Artwork Novels & Stories

I told her. “I am really sorry and didn't plan to hurt you intentionally, I will go for now because I know you are angry and you need time to digest all this” with that she stood up and left too. Rogues: are werewolves that have either been kicked out of their pack or left on their own free will. Rogues don't have a set appearance apart from in their wolf form, they have long fur. They also have a bad odour radiating from their bodies. Rogues can be good or bad. In some cases they are the reason for deaths. And they can return to their pack if they are allowed.

Just then, a man pushed through the crowd and stepped in front of Derek. “Alpha, give the word—we’re ready.” It was his Beta, voice calm but filled with authority. Kelvin froze, as if struck by lightning. “What… what did you call him? Alpha?” he stuttered. Derek tilted his head, smirking. “Do you doubt the existence of the Rogue Pack?” Kelvin didn’t answer. His lips moved but no words came out. Alex, still seated, looked stunned. “Wait… that Rogue Pack? The one that’s invaded territory after territory over the past years? The one with the mysterious Alpha no one has ever seen?”

A simple spiral symbol had been stitched at the corners of their canvas. The air around them carried a faint charge of wary curiosity. Talia noticed them the same moment Aria did. “Rogues,” she said under her breath. “Traders,” Aria corrected. “Look.” The table in front of them held cured meats, hard cheeses, a roll of fine leather, and small pouches of herbs that didn’t grow this far north. A Stormcrest hunter haggled gently with one of the rogues over a length of tough rope. No one bared teeth. No one reached for a weapon.

Alpha Luther stiffens at the rogue’s words, and he steps right up to the bars, putting a few feet between himself, and where Arthur and I are stood. The rogue takes a hesitant step forward and leans closer. “You will never get what you came here for. I know more than you think, and your kind has grossly underestimated how far I will go to keep it that way.” Alpha Luther growls, the vibration in his chest is a clear threat from his wolf. Arthur looks at the back of his dad’s head with a quizzical frown. He has no idea what they are talking about, and neither do I. What could be in Silver Moon that is worth so many rogues risking their lives to get?

Andre, “I don’t know but something big is happening! I can feel it!” Evan, “please just chill, I don’t need this shit today!” I opened the door to the diner and her smell hit me first! The most amazing smell of dark chocolate coffee hit me and almost knocked me backward. The second thing I sensed is she is a rouge! What the hell is happening? How did I walk into the only restaurant that had a fucking rogue working there? I scanned the room until I locked eyes with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. But she was a rogue!

I could feel the weight of his anger and power bearing down on me, but I refused to show any signs of weakness. When I didn't respond, he asked again, this time even louder, "Answer me, rogue! What made you enter my domain? Who brought you here?" I took a deep breath and replied, "I came here because I had no other choice. I was being chased by wolves, and this was the only place I could think of where I might find shelter." Darius snorted, not believing a word I said. "Why should I believe a rogue like you?" I didn't like being called a rogue, and so I retorted, "Yes, I am a rogue, but I have a name. And I think you know it, so why don't you use it when you talk to me? It would sound much b

I was sure that they were planning something against me. However, whatever sick games they had in store for me was the least of my concerns right now. What mattered most was finding a solution to the issues at hand. The ones that involved the Rogue King, Nerissa, and the Luna. I popped a candy into my mouth, keeping my breathing steady and trying to revel in the beauty of my sculpted work. It wasn’t my best work so far, but I had put so much effort and time into coming up with the best sculpture for my wolf—Aria.

, Marlow said solemnly. “Alpha Christian Xavier, you have plotted against your people to destroy the harmony we've built over the years. You have been careless with our peace and most especially our safety. And for that I hereby banished you and everybody who chooses to follow you. You're never to return unless you undo what has been done!” He was now a Rogue wolf!

There was blood everywhere. Blood of my people. I turned to Andrea who was painting from trying to keep up with my haste. “Get a good amount of Generals from the Arena Garrison. These Rogues are stronger than the usual ones. Go!” I instructed, watching one of the Barbaric Rogues rip someone’s leg off. Andrea rushed away. I rushed towards the Rogue and he saw me and lunged at me. I caught his arm and uprooted it from his shoulder joint in a pull. “That’s for taking out his leg.”

rogue: There will be a fine of 1500 dollars if you refuse to send the picture. Me: That's not fair at all. C.Rogue: I know kitten, the world isn't a fair place. Send your picture. I already sent mine and what do you think? I told him he's beautiful, there's no lie to that. His body was tanned and hard under that neon light he used in capturing it. I took a half selfie and sent it to him, feeling nervous as this would be the first time I'll ever get to do this. C.rogue: Without the clothes Kitten, take the clothes off.