Rogue Books Novels & Stories

Rogue Desires: "Sloane McKenna, the Alpha’s daughter, has always had high standards to live up to. When her parents announce that other packs will be arriving soon with their champions, intending to compete for her hand, she runs. Little did she know she would be running right into the arms of the devilishly attractive Rogue Alpha. Greyson Knight, The Rogue Alpha, thought life couldn’t get any better. He had proven himself to be the most feared and respected wolf there ever was. When the beautiful woman he had been dreaming about since their first run-in as kids comes back into his life, he refuses to let her go and is willing to take down anyone who gets in his way of claiming what is his.

This is like a mob visit. "You wish you could handle me. Besides, I don't like weak, frail, and disgusting old men. They don't have enough backbone for a ROGUE like me! " I growl, my grey blue eyes glowing with purple flakes. I yelled through the door. I knew challenging his manhood and telling him I was a rogue knocking on his packhouse door would draw him out. Stupid Alpha.

Gross, this guy just does not give up. Spinning on my toes, I turn and look the rogue in the eyes. Anger is coursing through me at this point, and I am sure that my eyes are glowing silver. "I told you to get lost," I growl at him. He takes a step back from my growl and he stares at me. "Well, well, well. You don’t smell like a wolf," he says sniffing my hair.

he sighed, “Well, they were criminals…” I mumbled, “Rogues, darlings are not always criminals. My parents were rogue vampires for a while. A rogue is a person who is not in a pack or into society; it does not mean they committed a crime,” he sighed, and I squinted my eyebrows. “Are any of those guys the case?” I asked, and he took a deep breath. “No, two of them attacked a pack and killed several warriors, and the other one robbed a shop and killed the owner,” he said, and I took a deep breath.

“So you’re telling me rogues are cursed?” I wanted to hit my head against a wall. I should have known a person like Felicity would lie about even her academic prowess. “The goddess cursed rogues? Where did you learn this?” “It’s in ‘Rogues 101.’ I’m serious.” As she mentioned the ridiculous book title, I pulled out my phone to search for it on the internet. Surprisingly, it existed. “The goddess cursed all destroyers with a madness that is incurable.”

It was…scary. What if I lost parts of myself? What if I turned out to be one of those rabid beasts they called rogues. They were what they called ‘lost wolves’. They didn’t belong to a pack and were considered to be extremely volatile and violent. Many were driven to the life of a rogue due to the heartache they experienced from losing their mate, while others were sent out of their own packs in exile. I picked up the fourth book I had taken and read the title printed onto the cover.

Squinting my eyes, I tried to decipher the text. As I read the characters, I silently cursed. I was fluent in numerous languages, including Greek. And the words MADCREST PRIDE were tattooed on the man's neck in Greek characters. The Werewolf Council has given the go-ahead to pursue MADCREST PRIDE—a pack of rogues. Rogues are werewolves who have either been expelled from their pack or fled of their own free will. Being a lone wolf for an extended period of time without a pack drives them insane, but a hundred years ago, rouges discovered a means to extend their lives by forming their own pack. Due to the conflict between the initial leaders of the rogues and werewolves, which ultimately led t

My bones cracked and elongated, and sun-gold fur sprouted from my body. I panicked for a moment and worried that a vicious rogue had wandered here looking for prey, but then remembered rogues have a specific scent. A rogue is a lone wolf that has been disowned by his pack or is unclaimed by a pack. This scent, however, hit me like a truck. I began to tense as the scent washed over us. It was like sandalwood, whiskey, and cedar. The most intense earthy aroma, that put the scent of the forest around me to shame. I shook my head trying to clear my senses and figure out which direction it was coming from. As I padded forward closer to the trees the outline of a massive navy-grey wolf stepped

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.