Rogue Elements Book Novels & Stories

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

That was the proof I needed, but it quickly became clear that my omega was not done. “I wanted to make sure, so when she left, I snuck into the tower room and there was a book.” A visible shiver ran down the back of her spine as tears filled her eyes. “It was a book of blood magic, and it was open on a spell to take a life!” The omega burst into tears and I closed the gap between us in the blink of an eye.

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

Even in a world as dangerous as ours, moments like this were worth holding on to. The bonfire crackled in the center of the clearing, throwing flickering light over the faces of my team. Laughter echoed through the night, mixing with the scent of roasted meat and the earthy aroma of the forest. I leaned against a tree at the edge of the gathering, observing the rare sight of my rogues letting their guard down. Darius appeared beside me, his movements quiet but purposeful as always. “You’re not joining them?” he asked, his tone teasing.

Recap Book 1 A Cromwell Rogue Things went south when I woke up one morning to find my father murdered and my mother accusing me of the crime. I had to run away from my pack and found refuge in Alpha Camren's territory. My family and pack began to hunt me down. A huntress by the name of Vee was sent after me. But, she was not the only one looking for me.

She was a hard she-wolf, and she wouldn’t accept the bits and pieces. Anita did ultimately beat Russell and Jack, for that matter. She was alive to go on and do the work they trained her to do. Now on to bigger and better things. _____________________ Here ends The Rogue & The Rose. Don’t miss out on the story. Look up Klaira Blains for other titles belonging to the Black River Pack and Big City Wolves Series. I hope you enjoyed this and my other novels here only on GoodNovel. Love Klaira

Each member has a role to play. Rogue Wolves: These are rebels who do not belong to any pack. They are often despised because they primarily rely on instinctive animal behavior, which can lead to disruptive behavior, rule-breaking, and unpredictability. A/N: Thank you for picking up this book. Please leave a kind comment if you like it, and gems!

In time, other small packs started forming, mostly from The Crystal Moon Pack, after the invasion of Rogues. I read on about the hierarchy: Alphas as leaders, Betas as seconds, and Omegas at the bottom. He spoke of the "Rogue", lawless, landless creatures who fed on their own kind to survive. It felt too detailed to be mere fiction. My imagination began to race, as I continued. This book is meant for you, and I know you will find it when the time comes. The Prophecy is real. I saw it. I lived it.

I could tell. Vivienne closed her book. "I think most of us have," Helena said. "Not the way I have," I said. I let that sit for a moment, just a moment, long enough to create the question without answering it. Then I continued, "I'm from a border settlement. Not an old-blood family, I won't pretend otherwise - you both already know that. But growing up where I did, you learn things about rogue packs. You have to. It's survival." I paused. "There are certain kinds of rogue magic that don't look like what they are. It’s n the kind that blows up a room or knocks down a wall but the subtle kind. The kind that….adjusts things."

It was only then that I realized that perhaps that was all she knew. What had she gone through to make her so guarded? What had she suffered? What had taught her to only run? She had no doubt suffered under the hands of a pack. ‘Traditional packs’ she called them. I wished I could find out whoever hurt her, what pack had made her this wary. But that wasn't how life worked. Once upon a time, rogues were associated with something else. Wild. Rabid. Power hungry. That they were only there to kill, wreak havoc, and destroy. Stories were always told with rogues as mindless antagonists whom packs would prevail over.