Rogue Artwork Novels & Stories

By Friday, I was a jagged edge of nerves. This was my debut as a solitary wolf, without the Alpha’s ring weighing down my hand. The work I had bled into over the last seven weeks—pure, unadulterated fury—screamed from the walls. The centerpiece, a chaotic sprawl of crimson and black titled The Final Howl, was splattered with actual droplets of my own blood. I had pricked my fingers until they were raw to get the shade right. It was primal, a stark departure from the polished, soulless portraits I’d painted to please the Graves family.

Rogue appeared just in time to catch Lucifer who was hurled away by Sariel's Warhammer, his eyes hardened as he looked at the platoons, how dare they, how dare they lay their filthy weapons on his beloved skin, they were dying no matter which sovereign they were under. “Flourish, and Arise.” Rogue said and from his jacket, came out multitude of souls which took forms of the creatures he defeated during the dungeon Wraiths. He glanced at the numbers and matched them to his, he couldn't help but chuckle as he willed his influence over them ensuing an all out retaliation against the platoons.

"We need to weaken his connection to the seal. I'll use the artifact to disrupt his power." With Nathanial and Leona covering me, I moved closer to the rogue werewolf, feeling the artifact's energy pulse in my hands. The rogue's eyes locked onto me, a feral snarl escaping his lips. "You think you can stop me?" he growled, his voice echoing with dark power. "I am the harbinger of the seal's awakening. You are too late." The battle raged around us as I faced the rogue werewolf. With every ounce of strength I had, I focused the artifact's power, sending a beam of light towards him. The light struck him, and he howled in pain, momentarily staggered.

The cuppiebara she was thinking of buying because of its innocent selling point was a wolf in sheep clothing just like him , that cuppiebara was selling its innocence , his familiar was a dragon the leader of all animals and he could sense that the cuppiebara was a smart little creature , wanting to get out of this smelly little playpen he was putting up an adorable front . Her experssion will be something to see when she realized that the cuppiebara she chose was something like this . " Alright " keeping his expression neutral , Rogue removed a heavy pouch jingling with gold coins in the hand of the seller , who seemed quite excited over finally being able to see a cuppiebara after waiting

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

Gross, this guy just does not give up. Spinning on my toes, I turn and look the rogue in the eyes. Anger is coursing through me at this point, and I am sure that my eyes are glowing silver. "I told you to get lost," I growl at him. He takes a step back from my growl and he stares at me. "Well, well, well. You don’t smell like a wolf," he says sniffing my hair.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

Ryan smashed his way through the Rogues, His presence seemed to attract their attention as most of the rogues gave up climbing, and charged straight to attack him. Ryan growled loudly and attacked head-on, bursting to the side of the wolf, throwing it out of his way, his huge jaws clamping down on the wolf nearby and crushing it in an instant. Another Rogue tried to jump on his back, he turned midway and caught one of its legs a shook his head vigorously, the body of the rogues bounced around like a rag doll before Ryan threw him away. His paws scratched and tore through the flesh of the approaching wolves, one by one. Within minutes, seven of the rogue wolves were dead. Ryan looked around t

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

I said smiling. I was glad that we had made such headway with the Rogue camp. They were one of many rogue groups that were too decent to be out there on their own. But for some reason or another Packs would not even allow the audience to even consider allowing them in. Many of them are farmers and fishermen. They were talented in the greenhouse and had made great progress in creating enough food to feed everyone within our borders and then some. The Blue Rose Pack was going to now reap the benefit of many of these strong men and women that were barred from joining any pack and now have found a way to support not only the Academy but the Coven, Fraction, and now the Blue Rose Pack. I was even