Rogue Bunny Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

“It doesn’t matter; you’re mated now. I am happy for you.” “What about you? Have you found a mate?” “I did, when I turned 18. She was older by two years. About a week after we met, there was a rogue attack; she was one of the few who didn’t make it. It all made sense why Dylan hated Owen. It isn’t because of who Owen is; it is because Owen is considered a rogue. Dylan probably blames all rogues for losing his mate. “I am sorry to hear that.” I touched his shoulder and gave a sympathetic smile.

The fighting lasted for almost three hours before we were told that it was over. The remaining rogues took off when they realized that they were losing. But why they attacked in the first place would always be a mystery. Rogue attacks are common. They are more animal than human once they've lost their pack, but they're still smart enough to know not to attack the larger packs. They have to go for the smaller ones if they want to win. And they were never going to win this fight.

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

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.

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