Rogue Bunny Novels & Stories

His gaze following every single movement Jayson made, if I didn't hate him and kind of want him dead, then I probably would have appreciated his protection a little more. "Who says I took them down without any help?" I returned the question without hesitation. "There's not a man out there is stupid enough to help a rogue. They especially wouldn't dare help a rogue who was residing so close to the border of another territory," Jayson replied with confidence. "If that's the case then I guess I took them all down on my own. Me, a week she-wolf who has been living the life of a rogue for ten years, single handedly killed eighty of your best fighters. Men who had been trained from the age of twel

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

By lunch came about I grabbed my phone and made a call to cancel our lunch plans. “Hey babe, I am sorry but I am on my way back from the rogue camp. The smell down there is terrible. They were right, it's like a month-old rotting flesh and dead fish. I think the Blackblood Pack and their loyal following idiots have been trying to get the rogues to move back off protected land. Dumbasses just want to hunt them down.” I said annoyed. “I haven’t smelt any of that up our way.” He said confusedly why only the smell would be down the hill from the main compound?

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.

“I can smell it ..." Rogue? ***

The cuppiebara she was thinking of buying because of its innocent selling point was a wolf in sheep clothing just like him , that cuppiebara was selling its innocence , his familiar was a dragon the leader of all animals and he could sense that the cuppiebara was a smart little creature , wanting to get out of this smelly little playpen he was putting up an adorable front . Her experssion will be something to see when she realized that the cuppiebara she chose was something like this . " Alright " keeping his expression neutral , Rogue removed a heavy pouch jingling with gold coins in the hand of the seller , who seemed quite excited over finally being able to see a cuppiebara after waiting

Chapter song: Break stuff by Limp Bizkit Unknown POV Pathetic damn ROGUE!!! That bitch has ruined EVERYTHING!!!!!! I pace back and forth in this stinking cave because I was in hiding! My plan is falling to pieces because the dumb rogue couldn't even kill a stupid 6 year old BOY!!!!! Since that bitch and her witch friends killed all my people, I have been waiting. Just waiting for the day that I can get the heir to be vulnerable. Killing his stupid son will destroy the line FOREVER!!!!

Four rogues, spilling out of Elana’s apartment window with Gabby in their claws. “Uncle Damon,” she cries. “No!” I bellow. Tears rolls down my cheeks as I lunge forward. I slam into the nearest rogue, my claws ripping through his shoulder. He howls in pain as his blood sprays across the tile. I spin, catching another across the face. Gabby screams, as her capture turns toward me. Her little arms fail wilding, and she digs a finger into the rogue’s eye. He screams, dropping her to the ground, clutching his face.

And the kids are safe in the safehouse. My eyes squinted at the huge size of the rogues. They were bigger and looked more buff than a normal rogue. Their red eyes were shimmering with danger. One of the rogues lunged at me to attack with its snout but before it could reach me I pounced on it. The rogue wolf fell to the ground but soon stood back on its four legs and growled, baring its teeth in my way before lunging at me. I jumped towards it and stretched my snout enough to bite down its neck. The rogue howled in pain before falling limp on the ground.

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.