Rogue Books Novels & Stories

The title interested Anthony, he nodded at Yugo in appreciation as he received the book that was handed to him. ‘Rogue, Not Rough.’ It read. “Trust me when I say, it took me many years of research to know these things. If you want to know, you would have to embrace the reality of what you are. You are not fiction. Stop reading those fictious story that tells you that you are what you aren’t. They are just figment of the human mind but you,” Yugo pointed at him then tapped his own chest, “We have seen it happen. We have felt it. So, what do you think about reading books from people who have felt it too? I think…”

I Arrived at the shadow-core pack’s main driveway, I got a call from Gary Saithe telling me to get my ass over here, Gary is A Vampire -werewolf hybrid known as Alpha to his band of misfit rogues that he likes to keep as pets, his pack was no laughing stock nor to be taken lightly as all pack leaders feared him but Mostly Feared the rogues that he took in as his own members - they were a different sort of breed, not just one race. But a mixture of good and bad. - I killed the Roaring engine to my black sports car and stepped out of the driver’s side straightening out my matching black suit that fitted around me so well. A lingering scent hung in the passing breeze, I took a deep breath inhal

DELLA I sat up for hours when Sam I came back to the high packhouse. The other rogues had been friendly so far despite me being a complete stranger. They didn't really care. They treated me as if I was one of their own. Well, it was definitely a warmer welcome than I had gotten with Hunt's pack. No one shot dagger stares at me and everyone mostly kept to themselves. I was in the library room, running my fingers along the thick spines of various volumes of books. I stopped when I came across a book titled: The Fascination With Werewolves.

Arthur had felt their presence like an instinct he couldn’t explain. “I… I tried to stop them.” But it had been too late. They would never abandon their comrades to their deaths. All Arthur could do was go after them and try to kill as many rogues as he could. Didn’t know how many rogues there were, but he knew that the patrol members would be in trouble. They fought fiercely, ripping and tearing through the rogues in practiced patterns. A rogue was only at an advantage against one werewolf because rogues were fierce and irrational beasts. Against teams of three, a rogue lost the advantage of being unpredictable as the three werewolves could cooperate.

“Then blood will spill before the prophecy intends it to.” ……. In the deepest part of the forest, where the moonlight barely kissed the ground, a figure stood on a high ridge. Eyes glowing molten gold, burning with something fierce… and broken. The rogue alpha. His long coat fluttered in the breeze as he stared down at the distant lights of the city. The scent of Elaina still lingered on the wind—wildflower and power. “She’s awakening…” he murmured, jaw clenched, claws flexing at his sides.

I scowl at it. If Ragnar thinks I'm going to play his game, then he's grossly mistaken. I make way for the bathroom, but my hand brushes over the shelf, knocking a book down. I'm about to pick it up and toss it back in the shelf when I stop, looking at the open page. An image of a hooded man, dressed in a black coat, swinging a scythe in one hand stares back at me. "The tale of the three wolf packs..." I whisper, reading the caption underneath.

I turned my head to find the rogue from last night that had called me cool. "Pardon her, Lady. She always does. She insists on telling and coopting others into telling horror stories that no one could care less about." Beatrice huffed. "They're really interesting prospects in my opinion. It's far better than hearing about boring things like a mate bond and romance." Facing the other ladies, she complained, "'cause that's all you girls talk about!" "And this is why females shouldn't read books," the rogue moved closer to Beatrice. I stepped in between them, giving the rogue a hard stare. Despite the fact that I didn't know Beatrice, I felt offended by what he had just said. "What's your name?

And links to other books. I hope you guys enjoy The Rogue Kings II. I’ve dived so deep into this part as well. I’m so happy with it so far. Hehe. Thank you for your support! <3 Mish

We might as well get this conversation over with. I still struggled to believe he, or his pack, would accept a wolf rejected by her own pack. In werewolf society, rogues are wolves that have been cast out of a pack. There’s a lot of stigma attached to that status. People assume there must be something wrong with you, or that you did something awful to get banished. But that’s not always the case. Some people were mistreated and had no other choice. The problem is that rogue wolves sometimes turn feral and, out of anger, jealousy, revenge, or desperation, they attack packs. Most packs tend to assume rogues are a threat. I was still worried that my status would be a problem.

I thought to myself wondering about the amount of boldness mixed with craziness he had to have to call himself the Rogue Alpha. Rogues were werewolves that had either been kicked out of their pack or left of their own free will to live on their own in the wild. Usually, rogues run away because they do not like their Alpha or pack. They claim to not want anyone to rule them because they listen to no one. They are in charge of themselves. When rogues meet up with other rogues they either kill them or sometimes stay together and form a mini pack. But if you were to call it a pack they would kill you because they 'don't believe in packs'.