Rogue Elements Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

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 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.

Maverick stiffens beside me, his eyes flashing with something I can’t name right now. Ahead of us, branches snap and something massive shifts in the shadows. I catch a glimpse of its eyes, unnatural, red and burning. It’s not a normal werewolf, but a rogue. And it's not a random rogue. Nyx pushes against my skin, desperate to break free. ‘A rogue. Kill him.’ The rogue snarls, his shoulders bulging as he steps into view. His eyes linger on me for a heartbeat, then move back to the ground. I push forward, ready to shift, but in a flash, the rogue lunges away. The trees shake as he crashes through them, gone before I can rip free my claws.

But here, in this ragged group of outcasts and survivors, I'd found something I'd never had before. Purpose. "I choose you," I said quietly. "All of you. I'm not running." Kael smiled—small but genuine. "Good. Because we need you, Selene. More than you know." “Why do you keep saying that?” I asked. “I’m untrained. I’m unstable. Right now, I’m more danger than help.” He was quiet for a long moment, his expression thoughtful. “I’ve been a rogue for years,” he said finally. “I’ve watched wolves fight, survive, and fall apart. I know what strength looks like. I know what fear looks like. And I know what potential looks like.”

“I appreciate that, handsome. But it’s something I have to do as Mayor. I’ll meet up with you shortly. Jeremy is giving orders to go to all ends of our borders. I have visiting Alphas and Betas here as well. I need to inform them to be prepared. I tried to tell them to let us handle this issue but they are proud men and want to help. So I won't say no. I made sure all the pack was safe before I made my way to the border where Colby and Dane were standing.. This is where the majority of rogues were gathered. Snarling. Chomping their jaws at us. The smell of feral rogues is one of rotten and matted fur. Of wolves who don't groom. Born rogues, and rogues who leave their packs willingly don't ha

The scenery couldn’t be worst, the gold diggers transform themselves and two others drew knives, coming to us, enraged, by listening Geffrey say: “They are looters, they came to steal your gold, attack them.” Uncle Ronan turns his head back his appearance distorted and howls, transforming himself in a gray scary mortal wolf, going after Geffrey who was running down the road. The bullets whirred everywhere and the gold diggers grouped themselves to attack us. Far away, uncle Quinn enters a knife fight with two gold diggers, hitting them not giving a chance to escape, but the other is able to sink a knife in his thigh. When getting ready for a second blow on uncle Quinn’s ribs, Adam hits him w