Rogue Elements Book Novels & Stories

HAZEL “Rogue alpha?” I repeated. “What does that even mean?” Amy’s eyes darted around the class, as if checking to make sure no one was listening. She bit her lip and stammered, shaking her head. “I didn’t mean… I just… I read about something like that in a book. You know, old folklore. Legends about… rogue alphas.” She fumbled for an explanation, her words tumbling out in a rush. “It was about… these powerful wolves, they were… different. More aggressive. They were called ‘rogue alphas’ in the stories. It’s just… a legend.”

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

We turned towards the group that were cornering us and we faced men holding sickles, knives and axes, challenging us. The first howl to echo on the road was Adam’s, my leader, transforming himself beside me, growling with his open and salivating mouth, in a defensive position, protective. And the second was my own, freed by the proximity to death, thirsty for bathing myself in blood, ready to tear the guts of my enemies. MAGGIE

"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