Novel & Cerita Rogue Books

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

“I could get lost here, wandering from page to page in these hard covers” “Jack’s father was an avid reader and a poetry lover. I bet you would find a couple of Yeats, Blake, Shakespeare, among the books. He had the bookshelf remade when he wanted to expand his collections of first and second editions” Meg picked up a book and slowly ran her fingers along it like a patient lover. “This is perfect, thanks” “Pleasure is all mine. The letters are in the ivory covered box that looks like a treasure chest” Jake said and gestured to where the box laid on the floor. “I will leave you be now. I trust you can find your way back to your room?”

Jason asked and she nodded. "It has information of so many important rogue figures as well as meeting points, and ritual sites. Basically it's a book of all the good , bad and the ugly of rogue activity." Mitchell said and seemed to think for a moment, "But Damien had a hundred of copies burned a couple of years ago. I'm truly surprised you managed to get your hand on one." "Jason is very… resourceful" I said and Jason grinned. "but it's strange… Why would Damien need to get rid of books that give information about Rogues?"

I was going to the kingdom early and the rest of the pack would follow with all our stuff. The packs coming from far away were going to be given campsites to stay in. If the rogues were planning a sneak attack, this would be the perfect time to do it, since the entire kingdom was going to be in one place. I made a mental note to inform the king. We had to be on the lookout. Rogues can’t be trusted!

What I’m doing. “You don’t know the Roguelands like I do,” Soren bellows, pointing an accusatory finger at Blake, who’s standing with his arms crossed over his chest a safe distance away from everyone else. Soren doesn’t even glance in my direction when I lean my weight against the library door to close it, the click of the latch echoing seven stories high to the domed ceiling. “You go there with an army, and the only thing you can expect is to piss off every Alpha who claims territory there and send the people you're seeking deeper into hiding! That forest will eat you alive, Blake. I swear to the Goddess, going in with an army is going to get everyone killed and put us ten steps behind Han

Sylvia’s face twisted with rage, but she said nothing, slamming the carriage door behind her when we arrived at the palace. As she stormed off, I clutched the book tighter with my fingers brushing over its worn cover. It wasn’t just a distraction—it felt like a lifeline, a tether to something greater. Back in the palace, I settled into a corner of my assigned quarters, opening the book with careful fingers. The pages were brittle but legible, filled with handwritten notes and sketches detailing the origins of the rogues. Sally was curious. “This could help us,” she said. I read in silence, taking in every detail. The rogues weren’t just outcasts—they were born of magic gone wrong, their bond

Nothing gave away the identity. My fingers hovered over the spine, then unsuccessfully I tried to read it but I could read one word. ‘Rogue’ My hand froze. Rogues? The memory of those rogues in the ruins flashed in my mind. Was this book about rogues? Who were they? Why were they… Then suddenly a voice came like smoke against my ear. “You like touching things that don’t belong to you?” I gasped, spine stiffening, heart leaping into my throat. His scent hit me first—stormy, rich, dangerous.

I had my life all together, I got the job I always dreamt of, I got my boss’s trust and was promoted to vice manager of the bank with at just twenty-four, I was engaged and in love with Igor, I never thought he could have used me that way. The real truth is that Igor was never a sweet and harmless insurance agent he made me believe he was. I was sleeping with a cold blooded bandit, capable of fooling me, stealing, murdering and then treating me to death. I never met knew him as I naively thought I did, Igor was a Kedrak, Iuri’s bastard son, therefore, illegitimate brother of Ivan. A cold blooded genius thief that got close to me with only one purpose: hack into my computer, acquire the safe

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.

They were both quiet for some time until Ellie asked, "What are rogues?" Rogues? What's your question? Yes. She answered, still looking at her. Maya just sighed. "A rouge is a werewolf who has left their pack and no longer belongs to any pack. They might be dangerous, I mean trying to attack, or some might just live alone." "Oh, OK. Can they also form their groups, I mean, attack?" "Yes. We have wolves that are actually rogues, but no one knows where their hideout is." "Are they the ones that almost killed me in the forest?" Ellie asked again, looking directly into her eyes, but Maya still nodded slowly. "Yes."