Rogue Bunny Novels & Stories

Ayra cursed when she realized that she had broken into a pack territory and from the looks of it, they weren't going to let her go just like that. One of the brown wolves growled and signaled to the others. “Surrender Rogue, don't make us use the tough way on you” the other half naked guy on the tree said. “Never, I rather die than surrender” Ayra growled with gritted teeth, she could feel the world around her spinning but she wouldn't succumb to them. “Then we have no other choice” The last thing Ayra saw before she blacked out was the other half naked guy flipping down from the tree.

Seven threateningly huge Rogues had walked into the camp and they were walking straight to my warriors. They looked like the seven Rogue leaders I had described before and they radiated strength with their every stride. But they didn’t scare me. Size didn’t matter in the Werewolf games. I looked back at the Chicken Rogue and he was still smiling. “Look.” He directed my gaze back to the seven muscly Rogues. Two of my warriors were dashing towards the Rogues now but then one of the Rogues caught them and within some dreadful seconds, my warriors were thrown stiffly to the ground, blood-stained, bones fractured and maimed.

I said before he could leave the room. He slowed to a stop at the door, his hand on the handle on the door. He turned back to me. “Currently I am working as a rogue wolf. I've been banished from the pack until I can bring you and the rest back safely. Any other person you see outside there are hired men that I need to carry out this operation” he said calmly. But I was freaking out inside. Banished? Who could've done this? It doesn't make any sense. It wasn't his fault that this happened.

“If I were you, I’ll try to get more used to shifting to your werewolf form. It would come in handy.” Ruby stepped out and the bars slid in place once more with a loud bang. “Especially for a rogue werewolf like you.”

Perhaps your rogue is still out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. END OF BOOK EIGHT

“The man who attacked me. He referred to me as a… ‘rogue’ Luna. I wasn’t sure what that meant.” “Nothing,” he said defensively. “It doesn’t mean anything. He’s clearly just out of his mind. Don’t worry about it.” But this wasn’t good enough. He still hadn’t told me. “Kieran… what does it mean?” And I felt him softly sigh. “A rogue is… someone who doesn’t belong to a pack. They’re usually people who wander alone, unable to join anywhere due to their past. A past that is unforgivable and where they’ve committed atrocious, inexcusable acts. They’re all… criminals.”

“How did you come to work for my uncle? You’re not one of the wolves who left the pack with him...” Cole shakes his head. “No, I’m not. He picked me up along the way...” “Explain,” Octavius demands. Cole exhales, leaning against the edge of a table as he crosses his arms. “Lucien collects rogues. Since he was one himself, he sees them as… useful. He calls himself the King Rogue, if you can believe that...” I feel my wolf bristle at the title, the arrogance of it grating against me.

Then the handler called my name. I stepped into the ring. My opponent was older. Taller. Her muscles looked like they’d been carved from stone. I didn’t flinch. We faced each other in silence, the way animals did before a storm. “You’re the rogue,” she said. “The one who helped the girl in the maze.” I didn’t answer. “You should’ve let her die. This place eats kindness.” I tilted my head. “So eat me, then.” She snarled, and the fight started.

"They are designed to fail." "That is what people say when they are bad at them." "I am not bad at them. They are rigged." I inserted a coin and moved the claw. I positioned it over a small pink rabbit. I pressed the button and watched the claw descend. It grabbed the rabbit. It lifted it up. It carried it to the drop zone. It released the rabbit into the chute. I pulled the rabbit out and held it up. "Rigged," I said. "Definitely rigged."

A few small and shabby homes stood out here along the dense and forested border of our – Harrison's – territory. In the distance, I heard a cry. It was sharp, fearful. I took off at a sprint and rounded the corner just in time to see a rogue holding a struggling cub by the scruff. The child kicked and scratched, trying to break free, but the Rogue grinned maliciously at him. My feet moved instinctually, and from my throat issued a deep, booming growl. A warning. The Rogue flinched and whipped around, but it was too late, I was feet away. I had launched myself into the air. The Rogue dropped the child to brace itself, and the two of us went tumbling into the dirt.