Rogue Avengers Novels & Stories

Then she trotted off down the passageway. A life of fear clearly warps the mind. Whenever Alpha Valdis, or Beta Ronan walked into a room we would all freeze and keep our eyes down. Now these Rogues, despite their weapons and huge build, were asking rational, fairly polite questions about storage, heating and food supplies. I can’t trust it. Not for a second. Everyone knows Rogues are the very worst kind of shifters. No loyalty, no love. Purely selfish creatures out for blood and gold.

The three knew that. “We try to reason that to them but they were persistent that causing those explosions.” Sedrick added with a heavy sigh under his breath. ‘Think carefully, dude. It's a surprise event for everyone especially when you’re just starting out.’ Upon hearing the reminders from his wolf, Angel nodded in understanding about the situation that they suddenly caught into. “Types of rogues?” Angel wondered while his mind was thinking very carefully. “Vampire and wolves along with their family.” Andriel answered. Mira sighed heavily.

I gave her one stare and hoped it was enough to send her packing but I knew a stare would never deter Elissa from her mission. I turned, my wolf galloping away in anger. He was panting as we ran. My own beta accused me of being feral and maybe I was. I did not mind. If I had to be a rogue to kill them, so be it. They would all pay for what they did to my mother. They would all scream and beg like my sisters and I had. Rogues tore every part of me from inside out and left my mind crumbled. The only thing that brought me back was the need to avenge my family. None of the rogues would be spared. There would be no mercy at all.

My mother closes the mind link and stands next to my father, who checks our invites by the two Crescent Moon warriors. Rogues are wolves who have been banished or rejected from their packs. The majority of rogues are criminals; they have no rules or morals. They attack at the slightest sign of weakness, raping women and killing anyone in their path. In other words, they cause chaos and destruction.

"My job is done here I guess." "Thank you, Mr. Salvay. Your help is appreciated. With Zach in our team, we'll conquer the challenges before us seamlessly." Rogue closed the gap between them and gladly shook his hand. Dad eyed me, "My son is super talented... As well as grouchy. You won't regret your decision regarding this alliance." "I bet I won't." Rogue grinned, the two making me feel like a kid. Within minutes dad was gone and Rogue's other allies appeared. They were all... Handsome and big. Their personality was carved from iron and everything about them screamed money, power and Thirst for more.

“We came to see if it bleeds.” My wolf exploded forward before I could stop it. Bones shifted violently. Claws tore from my hands. My wolf roared across the stormy field, which made the rogues staggered slightly under the force of it. Alpha dominance. “Leave,” I growled. They didn’t, instead the first rogue lunged straight toward Ava. The moment he moved… Something snapped. It wasn't in me. In her. Ava’s wolf surged outward like a shockwave. The air itself seemed to vibrate. The rogue froze mid-lunge. His body slammed violently into the ground like something invisible had struck him.

Do not let them through! Despite the chaos, we were holding. Barely. Every time we pushed the rogues back, they surged forward again, driven by some unseen force. They weren’t fighting like wolves - they were fighting like pawns, mindless and relentless. I twisted mid-air to avoid another rogue, landing on my feet and snapping my jaws around its leg. A sickening crunch followed, and the rogue yelped, scrambling away. But there was no time to celebrate the small victory. Another wave of minions was charging, their glowing eyes a horrifying reminder of Andromeda’s dark magic.

It was General Aaron from the Crimson Stone Pack, his presence commanding and formidable. General Aaron had killed many rogues today, far more than usual. He had received information from Alpha Victor about rogues lurking near their territory over the past months. However, he didn’t expect this many. From the usual one to three trespassers, he had already captured and killed about fifteen rogues, and the day wasn’t even over yet. Questions plagued his mind: Where did these rogues come from? Why were there so many of them now? And why did they refuse to talk or listen? They seemed blind and deaf to human words, driven solely by their wolf instincts, attacking with a relentless fury.

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

Arachne lifts a brow. “That’s your decision.” “It’s the only one,” I say. “I won’t confront her. Not now. Not like this.” I swallow hard. “I’ll protect her,” I continue. “From a distance. As Alpha. As her brother.” The word tastes like ash. “Nothing else.” Arachne watches me carefully. “You don’t doubt what I told you,” she says. “No,” I answer. Because I can’t afford to. She nods once. “Then this is for the best.”