Rogue Avengers Novels & Stories

The Rogues moved forward slowly in a circular fashion, with each of them interchanging places with the other as they approached the warriors. One of the warriors immediately got tired of the show and dashed toward the men. Big mistake. The Rogues drew a small knife from their armour and threw them at his throat and he immediately fell to the ground dead. Before the others could react, they brought out more small knives and with them, they slew all five warriors before picking up their swords so that they could slay some other wolves. "Impressive, right?" I asked Alpha Davon who pretended he was not impressed. "Hey, be honest. It won't kill. I know they're the enemy but they're good, aren't t

Ten years of torture, loneliness and degradation has made me strong and resilient, and when I watch the light go out in Kendrick’s eyes, I want him to know he gave me all the power I needed to end him. I stood by in the forest, and watched, as it all unfolded before me. I was a spectator of the past just like my other visions, as a group of men snatched Averson from the forest. They laid in wait, obviously knowing beforehand exactly where he would pass, and the whole thing was over in a matter of minutes, from their flawlessly choreographed assault to their ghost like disappearance. On first appearance I had assumed the men were rogues, but that didn’t add up with what I know of rogues. Ther

Raven’s army had joined, forming a force of a thousand wolves against the Hundred Lakes pack. From above, the invaders watched Alpha Rogan sneer. Despite being vastly outnumbered, there was no fear in his eyes. Only determination. “Alpha Rogan, long time no see,” Alpha Ruben mocked. “Ruben,” Rogan greeted with disdain. “If memory serves, it’s been mere days since we wined and dined together. Yet here you are, ready to fight. Do you always stab your friends in the back?” “Friends?” Ruben spat. “You were never my equal.”

Seven threateningly huge Rogues had walked into the camp and they were walking straight to my warriors. They looked like the seven Rogue leaders I had described before and they radiated strength with their every stride. But they didn’t scare me. Size didn’t matter in the Werewolf games. I looked back at the Chicken Rogue and he was still smiling. “Look.” He directed my gaze back to the seven muscly Rogues. Two of my warriors were dashing towards the Rogues now but then one of the Rogues caught them and within some dreadful seconds, my warriors were thrown stiffly to the ground, blood-stained, bones fractured and maimed.

“These are all the points rogue attacks have come in. They’re coming most days now.” “What can we do to help, Ava?” I paused for a moment, staring at the map I’d drawn. “Any chance I can borrow some warriors? I have a scout team out that is feeding back this information, but this is starting to look like more hands would be best.” “Of course, Ava,” Jacob replied. “How many do you want?” “What can you spare?” He looked like he was deep in thought. “I can give you a team of ten?” “If you can, that would be amazing.”

A Rogue. A Rogue is a werewolf without a pack. They often kill any werewolf they encounter; may it be a member of a pack or a similar rogue, like them. They are vicious plunderers. And that same vicious plunderer is right in front of me, deviously smiling. “Others cannot dodge my attack so easily like that. You’re quite good, pup.” He praised me, but I don’t feel good that he did so at all. I’m scared. “W-who are you, Mister?” I tried to sound brave, but aside from stuttering, my voice also cracked.

I mindlinked my warriors, warning them to be careful. One thing I noticed with Avery soldiers was that they were all rogues. They did not belong to a particular pack. That was weird! Rogues are known to be loners. The largest number of rogues to hunt together never exceeds three since they have trust issues. They hunt and kill each other to survive so how did Avery manage to convince so many rogues to work for her? But that was not something to ponder about right now. What is important now is to find my mate and rescue her.

“Is that the reason you remove them from the pack?” Thrumming my fingers on my desk, I made an annoyed grunt and said, “Vaewolf are rogue and don't assimilate to a pack. They follow their own rules and follow their own drum beats. Now enough about them. Go train with the guards and take your pal Nathan, or go to the village bar and have a drink,” I stated. As he stood, he smiled. “So Nathan's cool because he is just a vampire and you don't want to share your good liquor.”

Because of this artifact, the feeding of the barrier and other activities around and inside the lava tube made it possible and easier. “Alpha Kaylon!” The two warriors greeted in unison upon seeing their Alpha, for they haven't seen him for a very long time. “Owero, Troya, and Taydel,” said Kaylon while tapping the shoulder of his men. Kaylon could see that his men were elated based on their faces. It has been years, yet the faces of his loyal warriors never left his mind—Tydel, who has a huge scar on his face, even played a deeper part in Kaylon's heart. The warrior who shielded him during their deadly war.

A loud roar echoed in the air and a big black wolf jumped into the arena pouncing on the rogue pushing it deeper to the earth as it winced and died under his feet. Alpha Ash arrived quite early just when they were beginning to lose hope of their victory. They charged back and the rogues were reducing one by one, after the last rogues were killed, Gamma Brent looked towards the wood and what he saw surprised him. Giant rogues marched in almost as if they were waiting for them to exhaust their power before they stepped in at the last minute, the new rogues were the same height as Alpha Ash black wolf. Mel’s jaw dropped as she saw them, she shivered in fear hiding herself by the wall, not only