Rogue Elements Book Novels & Stories

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.

Inside: Not yet. I began scanning the shelves. Titles of all kinds filled the aisles. My hand slid across the spines at my eye level. A hard-covered green book smelling faintly of old paper drew my attention: The Origin of Elemental Sorcery. Then another—its gold embossed symbols of the four elements shimmering under the light: A History of Ignith, Hydros, Terragaia, and Glacius. Moving to the next shelf, I spotted a worn leather-bound book, edges frayed from overuse: Hybrid Wolves with Magical Signatures. And a thin one compared to the rest: The Forbidden Transition Between Elements.

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.

I wasn’t trying to get too close so I stayed where I was. “Human..” He said in a creepy way and ran his tongue over his lips. From what I know, rogues are cursed wolves and they do not have special abilities equivalent to actual wolves but are equally dangerous.. but good thing about them.. you don’t need silver to kill them. “Do you have some?” I asked since he wasn’t saying anything but looking at me like a prey. My heart beat loudly for a moment there but I had to keep my composure and focus.

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.

I've been reading it, been learning about the man who saved me then held me hostage, about why he even needed me and why he's recruiting an army when he's basically immortal. "You're just a weak Lycan who can't even fight his own battles!" I shove the book to his chest before storming into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and waiting for him to go away. ——— Half an hour later, I stand in a foreign clearing that serves as a border between two villages, Ragnar beside me, a faint glow coming from his silver scythe while he blended in with the darkness. "Fitting," I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood.

“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

"Didn't you come here to teach me?" Mace said nothing but picked up the book and began to explain to her. "There are villains called rogues. They are those who have been exiled or have left their pack. They cause problems because they don't want other packs to be happy. You will be able to distinguish them by their distinct odor. They smell rotten." "Hmm. I've noticed a rotten smell lately. It was different from Simon's and yours, and... Is Adolpha one of you?" "Why do you ask?"

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.