Rogue Books Novels & Stories

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

I feel like something bad is going to happen at those times. Caisen just nodded. He took the black book and gave it to Prince Lawrence. "There's a book about rogues. This is the first time I saw this book and knew about its existence." Prince Lawrence's face was full of worry, and Cathy could understand that. After all, some of the rogues kill a lot of children in different packs. That's why we hated them to the bone. "There are two types of rogues? Now, it confirms something I got curious about before." They looked at Prince Lawrence, and he put the book down. "Before, there was a rogue with normal eyes, and there was a bloody-red-colored eye."

Though my geography had never been great, I was almost certain that it was Italy where a large X was placed. “The story picks up not long after his exile. It seems after being exiled from England, Excalibur headed to Italy. There he appears to have found a stray band of werewolves that had wondered away from Alpha control. They are believed to be the first of the rogues and soon under Excalibur created a new pack of their own.” “What is a rouge?” Richard seemed surprised by my sudden question but answered nonetheless telling me a rouge was a werewolf without a pack. “So would I be a rouge then?”

"It's one of my favorites." Brock stared at the title. "Lady Jade's Wild Lord." The author was L. R. Gloucester. He'd once adored novels, but his father had sold nearly all of them. "Thank you," he said, holding the book reverently. "I'm afraid I am still at a loss as to your name. Which one of Rosalind's brothers are you?" Joanna came another step closer, almost within arm's reach. "How do you know about us?" he asked, his eyes searching the room for something he could use to bind her hands together. The only thing he saw was the dark-blue ribbon in her hair and the lovely sash around her waist. But how to go about it

I couldn’t stop staring. The rogue camp was nothing like I expected. It wasn’t cold or strict like Bloodfang, where everyone feared making a single mistake. Here, everything was alive. Messy. Warm. Real. A group of wolves sat by a fire, laughing and passing a bottle around. Near another tent, two women sparred playfully, throwing punches and laughing without anger. Children ran between tents, shouting and chasing each other in a wild game of tag. Children. In a rogue camp.

The door was solid metal and rusted and the building numbers had fallen off long ago. Jason went to the door and knocked, giving me a here we go look. The door creaked open slowly. I had never understood pack members distaste for rogues until the scent of this man hit my nostrils. He smelled of rancid milk that had been left out in the sun. I didn’t understand what it was until Jason pushed himself between us to guard me from the man. “Can I help you?” The man asked. Squaring up solidly with Jason.

His fur was dripping wet from the pond I had been about to jump into, and the excitement of my escape vanished when his heavy paw pressed down onto the center of my back, his claws digging into my skin. I groaned from the impact, my ribs protesting as I tried to wiggle free and failed due to the enormous wolf holding me down. A combination of fear and a thrilling kind of excitement that I didn’t quite recognize filled me as he released a low, threatening growl and goosebumps rose along my skin. We rarely had rogues this close to the border, but this was no ordinary rogue. From my brief glimpse of him, I knew I was in trouble before he had collided with me. He was twice the size of any ordina

“I’m glad you like it so far. With every passing day, I’m sure you’ll like it even more. But tomorrow, after your tour with Christianna, I will show you where to take shelter if rogues attack.” “Ok…” I mumbled. “Will you tell me now what rogues are?” “Rogues… Well yeah. Rogues are werewolves who were banished from their Alpha or refused their own pack. At first, they live like plain humans, but when they give in to their wolves and shift, they become feral and lose themselves. They never return to their human forms again. Lost and disorientated, they gather up in little packs of two or three because wolves can’t live alone. Some rogues take simple wolves into their pack just to gain strength

Others were partly damaged, but but that didn’t make them any cheaper. Some were noted to be the only remaining copy, others were termed to be extremely rare, while others were first editions. One book caught her attention. Even though it looked quite old, it was in good condition. Looking through it, she realised it was a book about rogues. It contained a detailed history narrating where rogues came from and how their conflict with the Lycan Kingdom developed over the centuries. It piqued Lyra's interest, but one look at the price tag–a staggering three hundred grand–stifled her excitement.

But I promised that I would take her to see her family. Javier drops his defensive stance, responding, “I’m sorry man, it’s just bizarre that you didn’t know..” He looks apologetic. Then explains. “And a Rogue is a wild stray wolf, basically. They don’t have any leader or pack, and most don’t want one. They cause chaos wherever they go and are vicious killers. Ripping people who get in their way to shreds literally! They stank too.” And lil Shawn exclaims, “Yeah, they smell like garbage truck juice!”