Rogue Elements Book Novelas e Histórias

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.

The book was dusty, and the pages looked a bit torn. Rogue King Alex cautiously approached the book. When he opened it, he found several spelling-like sentences and notes on war strategies and tactics that looked brilliant. "What does it say, Rogue King Alex?" rogue asked. Rogue King Alex explained from what he read and saw, "This will give us the upper hand and make it easier to carry out our revenge," he continued in a low tone. They seemed to find a ray of light in the darkness. Under Rogue King Alex's guidance, they finally seriously practised the instructions and spells from the book.

She raised a claw to finish it off when another rogue jumped at her, knocking her off the wolf. Nora whimpered, falling to a side, leaving her ribs bruised and bleeding. Of course, rogues travelled in twos. The new rogue crouched beside the fallen rogue, sniffing it and checking if it was still alive. Nora saw her blood on a couple of fallen leaves and growled, charging at the newcomer. She gave it no breathing space as she took it down, swiping at its neck with renewed energy and anger. When it tried to howl for help, she ripped out its vocal cord and the rogue went still. Returning to the initial one, it was barely alive and struggling to get away.

Flavia was just grabbing at straws at that point. “I did not take you for one to assume.” I brought Flavia a step closer, nothing coming to mind to defend myself. My thoughts swirled and I found Rogue girl’s face coming to mind again. She was so fragile yet such a force at the same time. She had confidence that I did not even know where it came from. As for being powerful, something told me I did not know a single thing about her and I did not even want to. Her face flashed again and something stilled in me.

Symbols carved deep into the stone glimmered faintly, like embers holding their breath. The rogue stepped closer—then stopped. He sniffed. Twice. The grin faltered. “What’s that smell—” Too late. The forest ripped open. Shadows tore like wet paper caught in firelight. And something stepped through. Not a man. Not a wolf. Not a beast. Something that had been all three— and decided none were enough. Steel whispered once. Then sang. --- The first rogue opened his mouth—only for his throat to split clean from ear to collar. Blood sprayed the altar. He fell twitching at my feet, eyes still trying to focus.

“I went down the rabbit hole hours ago. Everything sounds crazy and yet so logical. I can’t tell what’s sane and what’s not anymore. I just don’t want anyone screaming at me or getting violent.” Robert gave a frustrated and exasperated sigh. “I assure you both. Whatever is happening here it’s escalating, and we can’t allow it to harm either of you. This is a situation I never planned to be in. But basically this is the calm before a war breaks out. I’m stuck trying to figure out who our enemy is still.” “Question. What are rogues?” “Rogue or rogue pack. Wolf shifters who don’t have a pack or are in a territory they have no right to be in. A rogue pack is a pack who steps into the territory o

It wasn’t a question. “Yes, Alpha. It’s… dangerous. Infested with rogues. They’ve claimed it as their territory. Anyone who enters… they don’t leave.” A grim smile touched my lips. Rogues. They were nothing to me. They were scavengers, cowards who lived outside the pack law, preying on the weak. They wouldn’t stand a chance. “Write it down,” I said, my voice calm now, the storm inside held in check by a fierce, burning resolve. “Write down the name of the herb, describe what it looks like, everything I need to know.”

At first, the grip was minimal, just a clumsy drunk trying to grind against me. But within seconds, the touch turned dark and aggressive. His large, rough palms slid up my stomach, squeezing my boobs tightly, while his hot breath blasted against the back of my neck as he sniffed me like a wild animal. A wave of pure panic crashed over me. He was a fucking rogue. Rogues were unclean wolves, outcasts driven mad by the wild. And the worst part about them? Unclean wolves can smell me no matter what. No matter how hard I tried to suppress my scent, their filthy, broken noses could pierce right through my walls.

“And of course, you don’t want to mark me because you don’t want to take your throne back.” “I don’t know what I want to do yet. I have no support. No army. It’s not that easy.” “What about these rogues Monty spoke about? What is a rogue anyway?” “A rogue is a packless wolf. It’s not that easy. Rogues aren’t warriors. By the time I have them trained and ready for a war, Caspian would know and we’d all be dead. Well, not you and me…we’d only wish we were dead.”

The doors pushed open and I peaked through the bookcase to have a clear view of the rogue. The rogue, looked like a savage male version of a Nymph. If he washed up, he'd be actually good looking. But every rogue, had just a few things on their mind- especially an alpha. Sex, Hunt, Kill, or Eat. Like a wild wolf with nowhere specific to run off to. He had white foam running down from his lips, a sign he was rogue. He didn't have an ink of humanity but it won't stop him from shifting freely between forms. There were only a few things that could make an alpha go rogue. My guess would be as good as any of what happened to him. He was butt naked, muscles tone and fit. He had a mirror's shard cutt