Rogue Bunny Novels & Stories

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

“Honey, if I wanted to talk to Rose or Julia, I would have at breakfast this morning. They both send their regards. As for this Amber, she’s like a sister to me and Ty would kill me if I messed with his little cousin. No, I’m here to talk to you, honey. You’re needed cause your daddy won’t do his job for us.” “What are you talking about?” “My name’s Jay Samuels. I’m a member of the Shadow Pack. Yeah, I know you don’t know the name. We’re new in town, and a few people are even calling us rogues. Because of that, your daddy won’t treat a couple of our injured members. Rose says you’re as good a healer if not better than your daddy. She wants you to come look at them. Her daddy’s men did a real

Their sneering faces turned into amusement when they saw me. “Is this what Crescent Moon has to offer?” One of the rogues mocked. “A bunch of warriors led by a woman?” “You can underestimate me all you want,” I told him . “But you won't be laughing when I rip off your throat.” One of the rogues stepped forward, grinning. “I’d like to see you try.” I lunged. My claws met with his flesh and tore through his fur. He sank into his stomach and cried in pain. I was about to finish him when another rogue attacked me from behind.

But before I could make a move, the head of the rogues spotted me. He strolled toward my direction while his rogue army fought savagely against the storm pack warriors. “Well, what do we have here?” he snarled, his voice dripping with menace as he wiped the blood from his jaws. “My little rabbit comes crawling back; it must be my lucky day.” His eyes gleamed with malice as he lunged towards me. I barely had time to react, diving out of the way as his claws swiped through the air where I had been standing.

What did they want? Suddenly, a low, menacing growl cut through the night. The rogues froze, their ears twitching. “What was that?” one of them whispered. Before anyone could answer, a dark figure leapt from the shadows. A massive wolf-its fur black as midnight-charged at the rogues with terrifying speed. “Kill him!” one of them shouted. But the wolf was too fast. It tore into them with brutal precision, fangs flashing and claws slicing through fur and flesh. The rogues howled in pain, their grips on me loosening.

Without sparing Kelvin another glance, I brushed past him and walked straight to the center of the hunting grounds. The judge raised his voice to announce the rules: “Whoever catches the most rabbits within five minutes will be declared the winner!” The sharp bang of a starting gun echoed through the air. Instantly, the crowd erupted with excitement, their cheers deafening—every shout was for Amanda. While Amanda galloped on horseback in pursuit of the prey, I had already shifted into my wolf form and charged into the woods with breathtaking speed and precision. Gasps rippled through the spectators as they saw my wolf form for the first time. In the chaos, I caught a few whispered words—hars

The soul-satisfying rumble of the motor made me smile as I clicked it into gear and took off down the street. Riding my bike as if I stole it, I zipped in and out of traffic until I reached the open road. The Rogues clubhouse came into view as I rounded the corner. An old abandoned bar had been converted into a clubhouse, the neon sign hung from the roof blinking off and on intermittently, buzzing as it swung in the wind. A veranda wrapped around the front, with tables and mismatched chairs placed haphazardly was a dumping place for bottles and ashtrays.

"There's nothing before this bed. Before the ceiling. Before your voice." He didn't believe me. I could see it in the way his lip curled, the way his hands balled into fists at his sides. "You expect me to believe that my wife—the rogue who chased me for three years, who cooked my meals and learned my pack's names and begged for my attention—wakes up and remembers nothing?" Rogue. That word stung, even though I didn't know why. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said. "I don't know if I chased you. I don't know if I cooked your meals. I don't even know what a rogue is."

I put what I am doing to the side and gestured for him to take a seat. "Owen, I need to talk to you about something. I do not want you to take offense, but it's about rogues." I nod. Rogues often give packs trouble; somehow, I am an exception. Probably because I attempt to communicate with the wolf packs and live on neutral territory, it probably also helps that they come to my club. "I am not sure what help I can be," I don't associate with many wolves, other than those who work or are members of the club.

“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.