Rogue Elements Book Novels & Stories

It's definitely a Rogue," Elex said. " A rogue? Please! Why would barbarians waste their time learning the dark arts when 80% of the Rogues in Ashmael are simply lone werewolves who became separated from their packs due to the death of their pack members or something else? Only a few were exiled, just like us. All they are busy doing is trying to survive . They can't even learn the dark arts because they know death still awaits ." Dove yelled with a frown, Elex huffed and looked away angrily.

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."

Stories were always told with rogues as mindless antagonists whom packs would prevail over. But it was far from that, and so much more complex. I was more than aware of the stigma of rogues now. It was what I was set on fighting against from the moment Isabella shared her story with me. It wasn't until seeing the look in Karina's eyes however, that I knew how deeply it could cut. I was ignorant. I had gotten so used to seeing other pack members here happy, interacting with others so freely that I had easily forgotten that. “Why did you leave me?” I asked her.

“Why don’t you stay with me, eh? I can get you into the pack, at least temporarily, until you get back on your feet. They don’t like rogues, but I can speak with the alpha.” “What’s a rogue?” I asked. “It’s a werewolf without a pack. They smell differently, almost unpleasant. I think they smell that way to warn packed werewolves away from them. Most rogues live in their wolf forms and become more and more feral and savage the longer they stay in that form, so they can be dangerous and unpredictable if you come across them.” “Do I smell like that?” I asked, sitting up and studying him. “Yes, but I’ve gotten used to your smell now. I almost don’t even notice it anymore.”

Alpha Vera Novarnis walks into the Moonfall Gala expecting to finally be marked by the man she's wanted for months. Instead, the most feared wolf in the region claims her first. Cole Drakov, the Rogue King, is brutal, dangerous, and blamed for countless attacks across the region. He is the last man Vera would ever choose, yet in front of every Alpha and Elder at the Gala, Fate accepts his mark and binds them together as mates. Vera refuses to accept the bondm but Cole doesn't care whether she does or not. Their mating throws the region into chaos. Rival packs demand answers, the Council begins watching them closely, and Alpha Alaric Talmor makes it his mission to destroy the Rogu

She explained as I clenched the book. “The world is okay the way it is, there’s nothing that needs to be changed with millions of people all over the galaxy and different species or race or culture to die. If you open the gates, demons will flood the earth and destroy or enslave people. Demons are evil!” I argued and stood up. Rogue laughed as my eyes opened when I felt something that made my head hurt. I fell on my knees as my eyes fell on where the symbol was drawn. It was cracking slowly as Rogue broke off the chains on her wrists as though it was nothing.

one of them snorted. I bit my tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. The air was cold, damp, and carried the metallic scent of blood and smoke. My heartbeat was steady now, not calm, but focused. I needed to think. Needed to understand what was happening. A rogue Alpha. That’s what he had said right? Rogues didn’t have Alphas. They weren’t supposed to. They were wanderers, broken wolves with no loyalty, no structure, no rules. But if they had one now… that meant they were organized and united. That made them dangerous, more dangerous than I had imagined.

Drawings of wolves with hollowed eyes and jagged teeth, their forms twisted and monstrous, filled the margins. Kaia growled softly. That’s them. As Elena read, her unease deepened. “Driven by rage, hunger for power... severed connection... corrupted,” she murmured, her voice trembling. The text described a shadow - a sinister force that preyed on broken bonds and festered within those untethered from their packs. The rogues weren’t just feral; they were something far worse. She snapped the book shut, clutching it to her chest. “Ren needs to see this,” she whispered, already moving toward the door.