Rogue Bunny Novels & Stories

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.

Part of him wanted to turn into a wolf, but he refused. Suddenly, from behind the Rogues, another Rogue appeared. He was different from all the Rogues who had attacked him. His body was more robust and larger. His fur was silver, a very rare color. He didn't look like a Rogue at all. His eyes were also different. Rogue had black-brown eyes, while the new Rogue had orange eyes. This was the first time Lyall had seen those eyes. But the wolf was definitely Rogue, as its scent was strong.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me close, and we ran, leading the group to the safety of the tunnel. I paused as I heard a woman’s cry and I looked back in time to see a young mother get knocked to the ground. She held her newborn tight to her chest and screamed as her other pup was ripped out of her hands by a rogue. I glanced around, there were no guards who would get there in time...the rogue started to run away with the pup, no more than 4 or 5, in his mouth. She was screaming in pain and terror. I moved before I realized it, pulling my hand away from my mate and giving chase. My anger flared out I shifted quickly and caught up faster than I expected. Snarling I jumped up and landed on th

rogue: Without the clothes Kitten, take the clothes off. I gasped as shake my head, there's no way I'm doing that. Me: That's not happening, I'm not going naked. C.rogue: Then credit my 1500, my picture didn't have any clothes on. He replied and right on spot the app sent me a notification saying I need to make a deposit to C.rogue over the game agreement. What the hell? I thought this was just a private game and has nothing to do with the app.

Rogan appeared from the side and pounced on the rogue closest to Nina. “GET YOUR DISGUSTING BEINGS AWAY FROM WHAT IS MINE!!!” Rogan screamed as he attacked the first rogue. All he had to do was send a powerful slash at the rogue with his claws and it flew back a few meters and a terrible gash had appeared on its stomach. It cried out in pain.

Then the lifeless body of the rogue morphs into its human form. The three rogues were taken back. Then the luna shifted to its human form with clothing that amazed. The auburn rogue was about to attack her but I was able to leap my feet and jump over, the rogued bit my leg and made me growl. But I was able to kick it with force then I was able to lunge into his throat. I taste the metallic taste of blood. I looked at my feet at their bleeding heavily, I felt the pain, but I stand stood to protect the Luna.

“I went down the rabbit hole hours ago. Everything sounds crazy and yet so logical. I can’t tell what’s sane and what’s not anymore. I just don’t want anyone screaming at me or getting violent.” Robert gave a frustrated and exasperated sigh. “I assure you both. Whatever is happening here it’s escalating, and we can’t allow it to harm either of you. This is a situation I never planned to be in. But basically this is the calm before a war breaks out. I’m stuck trying to figure out who our enemy is still.” “Question. What are rogues?” “Rogue or rogue pack. Wolf shifters who don’t have a pack or are in a territory they have no right to be in. A rogue pack is a pack who steps into the territory o

He anticipated the rogue's strikes, countering with a combination of acrobatics and brute strength. At a crucial juncture, a particularly formidable rogue with a scarred face emerged as the group's apparent leader. Limuel faced off against the scarred rogue, a formidable adversary leading a group of rogues with malicious intent. The moon cast an ethereal glow upon the battleground, where the clash between the two forces unfolded. In an effort to breach Limuel's defenses, the scarred rogue used a combination of rage and desperation.

The wolf makes the next mile in half the time, senses lit up, every nerve buzzing with purpose and dread. That’s when I see the boulder. It’s massive, maybe ten feet high and twice as wide, covered in moss and veins of orange lichen. As a pup, I used to climb it on a dare. Now, in the moon’s rising light, it looms like a monument to old sins. The Rogue’s trail ends here, suddenly, as if he leapt into thin air. I circle it twice, sniffing for any sign he doubled back. Nothing. Then I see it—a hairline crack near the base, just wide enough for a wolf to slip through. I wedge myself in, pushing with my hind legs until the crack opens into sudden, echoing blackness.