Rogue Bunny Novels & Stories

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

I couldn’t stop staring. The rogue camp was nothing like I expected. It wasn’t cold or strict like Bloodfang, where everyone feared making a single mistake. Here, everything was alive. Messy. Warm. Real. A group of wolves sat by a fire, laughing and passing a bottle around. Near another tent, two women sparred playfully, throwing punches and laughing without anger. Children ran between tents, shouting and chasing each other in a wild game of tag. Children. In a rogue camp.

The guy looked at me with an expression I couldn't fathom. Me: uh hi Rogue : hi Me: thanks for helping my brother Rogue : does good looks run in your family? Anibe : maybe Rogue : your sister is so sexy. Look at those slim sexy legs. How about you open them for me? Oh my God! I'm gonna puke. Eww! I shifted back and Anibe chuckled Anibe : I told you, you shouldn't come here Me: can we go now? Anibe : Rogue, I'll see you tomorrow.

‘Just do it’ he snarled, very unlike him. “Hey Rogue,” I said looking at him. He lifted his head, his deep dark brown eyes held no emotion as he waited for what I was going to say. At that moment I was reminded of Hunji and how he rarely showed emotion, how Hunji’s eyes always looked so dark like his wolf was just sitting on the surface. Rogue had that same wild look in his eyes.

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."

I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life. I don't know who my parents are. I don't know if they are dead or alive or if they ever wanted me. I don't know anything about where I came from. All I know is that I have been on my own since before I can remember, stealing and lying and fighting just to stay alive. That is what rogues do. We do the dirty work. The illegal work. The work that packs do not want to admit needs doing. In return, we get money, food. A chance to see another day.

'Shit! She continued to make that climb with a kid on her back.' There were more than twenty Rouges, Ryan's pack jumped into the fight. Most of them tried to make way to the cliff to pull the Rouges that were chasing after the girl. They had to make the fight in the human form as it was difficult to climb across the rocky surface in their wolf form. Ryan smashed his way through the Rogues, His presence seemed to attract their attention as most of the rogues gave up climbing, and charged straight to attack him.

However, werewolves and lycans both shift at the age of eighteen. There is one main issue with werewolves that my parents made sure I understood from a young age. Werewolves that live in packs absolutely detest rogue wolves. I do not blame them. There is good reasoning for hating rogues. Rogues usually go insane from the solitude and, more often than not, end up attacking and killing innocent wolves. The group of wolves that killed my parents were rogues. Since then, I have made a habit of going rogue hunting. I take a break from my work and hunt down and kill rogues that have gone insane.

I had to win, because the alternative was watching two Rogues maul Ronan. The Rogue shifted to human form and jumped at me. I dropped my shoulder and grabbed his extended arm. I twisted just as I had practiced with Jordan and Marcus. The Rogue went flying into a nearby tree trunk. I rushed forward, and slashed at him with my knife. I didn’t think I could bring myself to kill him, but I could surely hurt him. He got an arm up fast, and my knife scored a long, red line along his arm. “Little bitch!” he yelled.

They had been tricked by none other than a hated enemy. One by one the Rogues step out of the clearing. Their deep yellow eyes on me. I hear the scuffs of their large feet as they take a few steps to be closer to me. A smirk appears on Knox’s face. “Bring him to me!” A female Rogue with tufts of yellow fur moves in front of me, her yellow eyes staring deep into mine. She doesn’t move a muscle. “You speak the truth?” Her soft voice is in my head. I thought I could only link mum and dad, but her voice is clear as day. “He really feeds on orphans?”