Rogue Avengers Novels & Stories

The sound of his shift was thunder in the small space. I pressed myself against the back wall of the cave, and my legs gave out. The stone bit into my back. The heat still pulsed through me, a sick rhythm that made everything blur at the edges, and I watched the fight like it was happening underwater. Bastian's wolf was a monster. Black fur, one ear torn, shoulders thick as boulders. He caught the first rogue by the throat and threw it against the cave wall hard enough that I heard bones crack. But the second rogue was already on his flank, and the third circled toward the fire, toward me.

"We brought a solution, but the palace does not want to embrace this solution. Well, maybe until it gets to a point of regret before they realise." Martin was about to say something else when they started hearing chaos in the training ground. The three brothers exchanged glances, and without wasting another second, they all rushed out of the room to see what was going on. Martin gasped when he saw that his pack was under attack again. The three brothers immediately grew their claws and jumped into the battlefield. This was the first time Martin would fight against the rogues together with his brothers. He didn't need a sword or a dagger. He grew his claws and his fangs and entered the battl

“What are you doing? You should be there, accepting condolences and giving some speech to prove you’re worthy of your family’s mantle, not chasing after a rogue—” “You’re my mate,” he said, his steel-blue eyes blazing fiercely. “I’m going to support you in your time of need. Fuck tradition. And I’m making my first Alpha move—reaching for peace with the rogues instead of war.” I wanted to argue, but there wasn’t time. I grabbed his hand. “Let’s go, then.” The Rosemont staff couldn’t stop us from barging past them and running to the stairwell. They definitely called security or the police, but we made it to the fourth floor in record time.

“I can smell it ..." Rogue? ***

I was a Silver-Bane who had chosen a Rogue. Suddenly, a loud banging started on the door. It was so violent the wood seemed to shake. "Open up!" It was Julian’s voice. He sounded drunk, angry, and desperate. "I know you're in there, Lucian! I know you have my wife! You can't hide her forever!" Lucian’s face hardened. The soft moment was gone. He looked like the rogue Alpha again. He walked to the door and flung it open with a bang. Julian was standing there, his tuxedo shirt unbuttoned, his hair a mess. He looked like a wreck. Behind him stood two of the High Alpha’s personal guards—men with stone faces and silver weapons.

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

"I have the power of the rogue. And that's something that you'll never be able to defeat." With that, I launched myself at him, taking him by surprise. He stumbled backward, but I was relentless, pummeling him with blow after blow. He tried to fight back, but he was no match for my newfound strength. As I beat him to a pulp, I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me. This was what it meant to be a Rogue leader. I was ruthless, I was powerful, and I wouldn't stop until I had taken down anyone who dared to stand in my way.

“This rogue has no backbone I see, just another mutt that we need to dispose of.” I raised my eyebrow, carefully raising my forcefield as I watched them approach me, my tone laced with a loud growl. “You may think I’m a rogue with unworthy breading, but I don’t want to be a stupid Luna. Take the alpha for all I care. I don’t want him.” The blonde growled, clenching her painted nails at her side. “Don’t disrespect him in my presence mutt.”

Samson’s house came into view with rogues circling around it. Blaze instantly spotted the six rouges. The rouge positioned himself, ready to attack the Alpha. Blaze smirked at him. He lunged at Blaze, but he quickly dodged it and bit his neck. The rogue whimpered in pain. Blaze bit his neck hard, and he fell on the ground, dead. The other rouges snarled at the Blue Moon pack’s warriors. The beta known as Caleb attacked the rogues with the help of the warriors.

The rogue lord stood at the far end, his expression dark and menacing as he watched them approach. "You're too late," the rogue lord growled, his voice filled with malice. "I've already won." Avery stepped forward, her gaze locked on the rogue lord with unwavering resolve. "Not yet," she said firmly. "This ends now." With a fierce battle cry, the pack warriors launched their attack, their movements swift and coordinated as they engaged the rogue lord and his remaining forces. Swords clashed, claws slashed, and teeth gnashed in a chaotic melee that echoed through the chamber.