Rogue Books Novels & Stories

“Why don’t you stay with me, eh? I can get you into the pack, at least temporarily, until you get back on your feet. They don’t like rogues, but I can speak with the alpha.” “What’s a rogue?” I asked. “It’s a werewolf without a pack. They smell differently, almost unpleasant. I think they smell that way to warn packed werewolves away from them. Most rogues live in their wolf forms and become more and more feral and savage the longer they stay in that form, so they can be dangerous and unpredictable if you come across them.” “Do I smell like that?” I asked, sitting up and studying him. “Yes, but I’ve gotten used to your smell now. I almost don’t even notice it anymore.”

That was when Alyssia and Kristen decided to ask their own questions. "Okay, I didn't ask anything because everything seemed serious. "She turned to Nacen "What or who are rogues.?" "I knew you would like to know. Rogue are werewolves who have gone bad. They only think about killing and bad things. In short, they are bad news." He stated "and these rogue wolves have captured my cousin and his parents. We have to rescue them before its too late. My mother won't let me rest if she finds out that I did nothing to save her brother's family".

“What would the guys in those romance books of yours do?” I narrowed my eyes at him--- wishing I could just kill him. That son of a bitch read my books?! I knew that every single wolf in my rogue pack had given me side-eyes every time they caught me reading those pink books with big half-naked honks on the cover. Nobody dared to speak against it, mostly because they fear me... But what the hell was I supposed to do?! It wasn’t like I could gain any good, non-toxic relationship experience living as a rogue with men, most of whom considered women as objects to be used for their lustful desires.

The scenery couldn’t be worst, the gold diggers transform themselves and two others drew knives, coming to us, enraged, by listening Geffrey say: “They are looters, they came to steal your gold, attack them.” Uncle Ronan turns his head back his appearance distorted and howls, transforming himself in a gray scary mortal wolf, going after Geffrey who was running down the road. The bullets whirred everywhere and the gold diggers grouped themselves to attack us. Far away, uncle Quinn enters a knife fight with two gold diggers, hitting them not giving a chance to escape, but the other is able to sink a knife in his thigh. When getting ready for a second blow on uncle Quinn’s ribs, Adam hits him w

It’s so peaceful. For Tate, Lucianne and almost any other non-rogue wolf who had a duty to defend their respective packs, night was anything but peaceful. It was a constant source of anxiety because rogues normally attacked anywhere between after dusk to before dawn. Not having to worry about rogue attacks was probably the only advantage of being a rogue.

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

I knew deep within my soul that I had to embrace the consequences of my actions, to accept the path of banishment and walk the solitary road of a Rogue. The decision weighed heavily upon me, for I would be severed from all I had known, from the familiarity of the kingdom and the comfort of my pack. Yet, Tania, in my heart, I found a newfound clarity, a strength that arose from the depths of my convictions. I knew that true honor and integrity lie not in the sheltered embrace of the pack, but in facing the consequences of my choices with unwavering resolve. So, with a heavy heart and an unwavering determination, I declined the offer of redemption. I embraced my fate as a Rogue, ready to roam

“Xander, who were the wolves yesterday? They looked... um... crazed, like they wanted to kill us.” "Rogues are werewolves expelled from their pack or who have chosen to leave. Their disheveled fur and foul scent, reminiscent of rotten eggs, signal their feral nature, marked by red eyes. They often behave more like animals than humans, driven by primal instincts, and typically do not work well together. Rogues can be good or evil; some kill out of revenge, while others act on wild urges. Good rogues seek independence and do not wish to harm others, mainly known as lone wolves. They do not want trouble with anyone."

By lunch came about I grabbed my phone and made a call to cancel our lunch plans. “Hey babe, I am sorry but I am on my way back from the rogue camp. The smell down there is terrible. They were right, it's like a month-old rotting flesh and dead fish. I think the Blackblood Pack and their loyal following idiots have been trying to get the rogues to move back off protected land. Dumbasses just want to hunt them down.” I said annoyed. “I haven’t smelt any of that up our way.” He said confusedly why only the smell would be down the hill from the main compound?

"I know." "I don't think you do, not all the way. A rogue passing hand to hand, garage to garage — that's not just wolves finding safety. That's a story other people are going to hear too. Alphas. The kind who don't like hearing that a pack answering to nobody is growing two states from their own territory."