Rogue Avengers Novels & Stories

I have never seen a man so horrified to discover the truth, it was comical how petrified he looked right now. "In my entire twenty-five years of life this is honestly the first time I have ever seen my brother speechless," Blake managed to say through the laughter. "A rogue? Your mate is a rogue?" "If you want to be technical about the entire thing I am a rogue Alpha. So I guess that puts me a step above your average rogue," I shrugged with a certain confidence about my words. "In that case, I must apologize Blake, I was unaware that she was your mate. I thought you would have marked her by now," and there was Lex's arrogance once more, assuming that he knew everything and had the right to c

’ Denice bellowed. It happened so quickly. As promised, Avery, Anna and Denice kept their links open to each other at all times. Denice was fighting off 4 rogues at once, it was a cake walk and it was something she had prepared for. Jake was within her line of sight and they had 5 warriors flanking them. She ripped the rogues’ throats out one by one and fought with ease. “You smell like a royal. You’ll die like one too.” A rogue told Anna.

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

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.

But tonight, I needed them. As I stepped into the clearing, I saw them waiting. Three rogue leaders, each with their own reputation for violence and cunning. The first was Toren, a massive brute of a man with arms thick as tree trunks and a scar that ran from his temple down to his jaw. He was known for leading raids against the packs, his brutality unmatched. The second was Maeve, a slender woman with sharp eyes and an even sharper tongue. She was the strategist, the one who always had a plan, always thinking three steps ahead. And finally, there was Luka, a quiet but lethal presence, his face obscured by the hood of his cloak. He spoke little, but when he did, it was always worth listening

Andrea set her fingers in motion and typed a message. The Malchian grove is located at the far west of the werewolf city, Brookehurt—yes, you heard me right. The monster who holds Olivia captive is a wolf—along the West-Central Brookehurt highway. I have video proof, which I'll leave below. This (the scene in the video) took place during the raid that happened a week ago. She pinned the post. Going on to Twitter. She forwarded the exact message, same as the video. Done sending the message, she shut her phone. An ugly smirk appeared on her face. "Let the game begin."

This is like a mob visit. "You wish you could handle me. Besides, I don't like weak, frail, and disgusting old men. They don't have enough backbone for a ROGUE like me! " I growl, my grey blue eyes glowing with purple flakes. I yelled through the door. I knew challenging his manhood and telling him I was a rogue knocking on his packhouse door would draw him out. Stupid Alpha.

“Soon.” *** The rogue park, as their pack was fondly called, is just as the name implies. They have been the outcasts of their packs, left to suffer a terrible end in the woods, but fate has managed to bring them together. Of them all, Kane was the largest, standing at 6’3 ft., and his wolf was the largest among them all and feral, so he naturally became the Alpha. To humans, they were known as rogue mafias, one of the deadliest underground movements in the United States, and they specialized in the sale of weapons and arms.

[Alpha! Please ride me! I'll take you out of the circle!] Noah shouted at Raven as another three rogues stepped out of the woods, roaring. Raven took 20 men with him this time when he headed toward Pouring Mountain. They searched for the whole day with no trace of rogues whatsoever, but on their way back, a group of 10 rogues out of nowhere ambushed them. It would have been okay if his loyal fighters didn't make a run for themselves, leaving Raven with only six fighters to fight with him.

one of them snorted. I bit my tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. The air was cold, damp, and carried the metallic scent of blood and smoke. My heartbeat was steady now, not calm, but focused. I needed to think. Needed to understand what was happening. A rogue Alpha. That’s what he had said right? Rogues didn’t have Alphas. They weren’t supposed to. They were wanderers, broken wolves with no loyalty, no structure, no rules. But if they had one now… that meant they were organized and united. That made them dangerous, more dangerous than I had imagined.