Rogue Books Novels & Stories

At first, the grip was minimal, just a clumsy drunk trying to grind against me. But within seconds, the touch turned dark and aggressive. His large, rough palms slid up my stomach, squeezing my boobs tightly, while his hot breath blasted against the back of my neck as he sniffed me like a wild animal. A wave of pure panic crashed over me. He was a fucking rogue. Rogues were unclean wolves, outcasts driven mad by the wild. And the worst part about them? Unclean wolves can smell me no matter what. No matter how hard I tried to suppress my scent, their filthy, broken noses could pierce right through my walls.

He sure had his work cut out for him. Any one being a Rogue or a renegade was despised in the werewolf community. There was not much difference between the two terms. The High council branded all those who do not adhere to the laws of the werewolf community as Rogues. It included wolves who got kicked out from their packs or those who decided to leave them on their accords. Renegade, on the other hand, were rogues who like to hurt, use their abilities to kill mindlessly. Ryan happened to be elated when he first spotted his mate, but got frustrated beyond reason when he could not find her for a year. But when he did, it was to find she was the one thing that he despised the most. All his thou

“Okay. That’s… okay. What do you want me to do.” I lean forward, forearms on the counter, voice dropping. “Everything. Hospitals. Private clinics. Birth records. Adoption agencies. Off the books stuff. Missing kids. Any woman who vanished for nine months and came back thinner. Anything tied to Arachne.” “That’s a lot.” “I know.” “You think it’s magic?” “No,” I say right away. “I think it’s boring. I think it’s files and forms and someone paying to make things disappear.” He exhales. “Alright. I’ll start digging.”

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

I cocked an eyebrow and approached her bed, feeling intrigued. “He didn’t smell like a rogue. I’ve battled against plenty of rogues. They have a distinct smell, as I’m sure you’re aware.” She is right about how rogues smell. They smell like hot, wet garbage. It’s a biproduct of not belonging to a pack. It means they are dangerous and other creatures should stay away from them. The longer a wolf stays a rogue, without joining a pack, the worse their smell gets. Not all wolves choose to become rogues. Many wolves became rogues during the plague after their packs were taken over in battles. But most rogue wolves choose to leave their packs or are forced out because they are menaces. Either way,

and rub all around my body ,and afterwards light sponging ,to get my dirty body squeaky clean ,i step out the shower trying to dry the water in my hair with my tower ,i walk to my drawer and pick up my hair dryer sitting on top of it , and that gets the job done much faster and a lot better than the towel ,i open my draw and reach for a new pair of pink undies ,well my wolf really likes the color pink, I'll much rather go for color red instead .since I'm going for a run i think ill much rather get dressed in a track suit instead ,i took out my black track suit ,and a white pair of trainers ,i put in an extra track suit ,into my back pack ,just in case , i decide I'm going to put on a whi

Recap Book 1 A Cromwell Rogue Things went south when I woke up one morning to find my father murdered and my mother accusing me of the crime. I had to run away from my pack and found refuge in Alpha Camren's territory. My family and pack began to hunt me down. A huntress by the name of Vee was sent after me. But, she was not the only one looking for me.

Unlike how I found him unconscious and butt naked. "Why did you leave your pack, Peyton?" He questions, eyes never leaving mine. "Stepping foot into this land as an exiled wolf makes you nothing but a rogue. And we do kill rogues, or lock them up because they're never to be trusted." The lines on his forehead are furrowing as he makes this known to me.

I ended up on a couch between Rose and Nate at one point. “Ugh. I’m getting sick of reading about rogues,” Rose complained. “Give me your phone. I want your opinion on this.” “No! I’m not letting you near my phone!” I handed my phone to Nate who put it in his pocket. “How can you be sick of rogues? You live off of those crappy werewolf novels.” “Well, I’ll admit that the last two years have opened my eyes to some faults in these.” She sighed. “I can now recognize the use of rogues in these stories for what they are.”