Rogue Elements Book Novels & Stories

“The witch opened a portal and, after stunning Caleb with spells, the wolves dragged him inside the portal.” I try to breathe, but my lungs refuse to listen to me. Caleb was taken by the feral rogues. There is not a single werewolf who does not fear the feral rogues. Outcasts, criminals, and those who had lost their sanity when their mate died are the ones that become feral rogues. They are not like Caleb’s pack. Feral rogues don’t have morals or mercy. Maybe what I saw in the myst will come to be true, for the feral rogues are monsters.

But that assumption was clearly bullshit. Rogues weren’t just dangerous, they were unpredictable, savage, and unbound by any laws of a pack. Outcasts who had been stripped of rank, banished for rebelling, who now tore through the world like beasts of vengeance. And when they weren’t being hunted, they hunted back. One rule about rogues: They never came alone. I turned to run, but the air shifted. The wind hissed through the trees unnaturally fast, and before my foot could even lift off the ground, something dropped from above.

Defiance and Provocation. And the first time in the days she have spend with Hades, the smile which his lips were curled into was something that haunted people's nightmares. "Leave him" the soldiers stepped back. Hades whirled his two fingers once and the earth infront of Eros cracked opening up. The red molten magma flowing deep within. Eros stepped back with fright, his eyes widening. Monstrous voices wailed beneath. Horrendous screams resonated in his ears and without warning a boney hand came up, it's flesh all gone, seizing Eros' foot in a bone crushing grip.

He was smart enough to realize he couldn’t take us all alone. The winds from Gus picked up and I watched on as small tornado formed throughout the trees, picking up rogues and throwing them. I saw roots and vines growing up from nowhere, wrapping around rogue’s legs and throats and knocking them out. But the more fearsome thing I saw, was when the first rogue went up in flames. The flames were neon orange, and contained to one rogue at a time. Despite the heavy rain from my mate, these flames persisted until the rogue died and then moved on to another rogue. I made a mental note not to piss off my mate’s father.

I said trying to make it sound fun and playful. “You youngins these days. Back when I was a young one, yes everything you said was true. But in today’s world being a Rogue isn’t what it used to be. But we do have a few Alphas that come through here. But I will give you space to work and give you safety. But I don’t want whatever drama that is going on in your personal life to affect my business. You hear me?” He said sternly.

I feel like something bad is going to happen at those times. Caisen just nodded. He took the black book and gave it to Prince Lawrence. "There's a book about rogues. This is the first time I saw this book and knew about its existence." Prince Lawrence's face was full of worry, and Cathy could understand that. After all, some of the rogues kill a lot of children in different packs. That's why we hated them to the bone. "There are two types of rogues? Now, it confirms something I got curious about before." They looked at Prince Lawrence, and he put the book down. "Before, there was a rogue with normal eyes, and there was a bloody-red-colored eye."

The air reeked of iron and wet earth as Beta Juls and Gamma Roderick tore into the swarm of rogues, their wolves moving like shadows, all muscle and fury. Claws raked, fangs snapped, and the night pulsed with the sound of snarls and dy*ng screams. Still, the rogues kept coming, endless and wild, as if summoned by some unseen hand.

I didn’t argue. We tore away from the riverbank, breath tearing from our lungs as we plunged into the trees. Branches lashed my arms and tangled in my hair, ripping free curls from their tie. The forest floor was uneven, roots clawing at my boots as if trying to drag me down. Behind us, the howl rolled again, closer still. Rogue. The word slammed through my thoughts, sharp and cold. Rogues were unpredictable, savage things—wolves without packs, without laws. They killed without reason and took pleasure in fear. Packs warned their young about them the way humans warned children about monsters.

Chapter 24: The Gathering Storm Rogue Leader’s POV The night deepened around us as we gathered in the clearing, the wolves that followed me encircling the fire. The air was sharp with anticipation, the cold biting at my skin. I could feel the electricity in the atmosphere—the world seemed to hold its breath. This night would mark the beginning of something that could change the balance of power forever. The rogues, my loyal followers, were eager. They had tasted blood before, and now they were hungry for more.

“No matter what happens, you stay inside this circle. You don’t move unless I move with you.” “I can fight—” “I know,” he growled. “But you’re carrying our babies. Your life is worth triple right now." My throat tightened. The air grew colder. Then, just beyond the trees, the first rogue broke through the brush—wild eyes, bloodied claws, and no hint of humanity left. The rogues came with everything. Claws bared. Fangs dripping with saliva. Eyes glowing with madness. They crashed through the trees like a tidal wave of rage and bloodlust, driven by something more than instinct—guided by magic.