Rogue Bunny Novels & Stories

The Rogue crumpled, its form shifting erratically as it breathed its last. Luna Light's eyes darted around, tracking the chaos. She spotted a young pack member, barely out of his teenage years, being overpowered by two Rogues. Without a second thought, she grabbed a crossbow from a fallen warrior and aimed. She fired, the arrow striking one of the Rogues in the side. It let out a guttural scream and turned on her, but she was ready. She reloaded and fired again, this time hitting the Rogue squarely in the chest. It fell, writhing in pain, and she rushed forward, pulling the young pack member to his feet.

I deserve answers," I said. Sean looked over at Stephen, who nodded at him to tell me. "Okay, your parents were not murdered by bears. The policeman that told you that was a Rogue," Sean said "What's a Rogue?" I asked "A Rogue is a wolf without a Pack. They live alone. They normally did something bad to get kicked out of their Pack, like kill someone or betray their Alpha," Sean said "Why would a Rogue tell Jenn and me that our parents were killed in an animal attack?" I asked

Samson’s house came into view with rogues circling around it. Blaze instantly spotted the six rouges. The rouge positioned himself, ready to attack the Alpha. Blaze smirked at him. He lunged at Blaze, but he quickly dodged it and bit his neck. The rogue whimpered in pain. Blaze bit his neck hard, and he fell on the ground, dead. The other rouges snarled at the Blue Moon pack’s warriors. The beta known as Caleb attacked the rogues with the help of the warriors.

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".

“Before I make you.” The Rogue, however, wasn’t perturbed. He chuckled again, revealing two missing bottom teeth. His sinewy neck, tanned and leathered from days spent in the sun, was covered in faded tattoos. “Oh, really, princess?” he snarled. “Wanna bet?” “Yeah. I’ll bet.” In an instant, we were on each other. But while the Rogue’s movements were erratic and out of balance, I found my feet firmly planted in a fighting stance, my fists raised, my body easily maneuvering around the Rogue’s punches.

The animal steps out of the bushes, and I recognize the black fur and the white paws. He’s a wolf, but not one of us. He’s a rogue, and he looks dangerous. I step forward, baring my teeth and snarling. The rogue growls and crouches down in response to us, prepared to attack. “This is your last warning, rogue,” I say. “Run!” The rogue leaps forward and attacks. I dodge to the side and, in one motion, snap his neck as he passes me. He collapses on the ground. “Do you think he’s dead?” my best friend, Erin asks.

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.

The only way for me to win was to move fast and strike them at their weaknesses. First, I attacked the smallest one, managing to knock him down with a strong bite in the neck. Then I faced the other two who were ready to attack me. After I managed to avoid some blows, one of them bit my leg. Although it would heal quickly, the pain completely disoriented me in battle. This was due to the fact that the bite of a rogue has rabies and as the minutes go by, it infects your whole body with very bad results. If one does not go to the hospital on time, one will end up a rogue or worse. His wolf will take full control of his body and he will never be able to shift into his human form again. The only

Just then, a man pushed through the crowd and stepped in front of Derek. “Alpha, give the word—we’re ready.” It was his Beta, voice calm but filled with authority. Kelvin froze, as if struck by lightning. “What… what did you call him? Alpha?” he stuttered. Derek tilted his head, smirking. “Do you doubt the existence of the Rogue Pack?” Kelvin didn’t answer. His lips moved but no words came out. Alex, still seated, looked stunned. “Wait… that Rogue Pack? The one that’s invaded territory after territory over the past years? The one with the mysterious Alpha no one has ever seen?”

“That so?” I swallowed hard but didn’t look away. “Yes.” The rogue smirked. “Then you’re either very brave… or very stupid.” Probably both. Damien’s patience thinned. “Are you going to let us through or not?” The rogue studied him for a long moment. Then, to my surprise, he stepped aside. “Welcome to the borderlands,” he said, grinning. “Try not to get killed.” ⸻ The rogue territory was unlike anything I had ever seen.