Rogue Elements Book Novels & Stories

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.

I've been reading it, been learning about the man who saved me then held me hostage, about why he even needed me and why he's recruiting an army when he's basically immortal. "You're just a weak Lycan who can't even fight his own battles!" I shove the book to his chest before storming into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and waiting for him to go away. ——— Half an hour later, I stand in a foreign clearing that serves as a border between two villages, Ragnar beside me, a faint glow coming from his silver scythe while he blended in with the darkness. "Fitting," I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood.

Rogues—filthy, scarred and feral—surrounded me, their eyes glinting with hunger. The largest rogue with matted fur, wild eyes, snarled lunging at me. I braced myself, trying to summon the strength to strike back, but my body betrayed me. The world tilted as I fell backward, the rogue’s jaw snapping inches from my face. *Elena!* Sameera’s voice was a frantic scream in my mind, but I couldn’t move a finger. Just as the rogue’s teeth were about to close around me, a deafening roar pierced the night. The rogue on top of me fell, an arrow jabbing its back.

Chapter 60 ~ The Rogues ELIJAH’s POV Rogues were a messy lot. They fought with zero finesse and were always ready to draw blood. Lucky for them, I had blood of my own to draw as well. I waited while the first rogue ran in my direction and struck it with my claw. I was outnumbered, but numbers were never my problem. Plus, I was angry enough. They came forward, baring teeth and slashing claws, and I realised that to win, I was going to have to fight dirty as well.

I let out quietly, and suddenly I feel him growl deeply into my neck before he begins kissing my neck slowly, his grip tightening around my body as I feel him tense. "Mine..." He lets out with a low groan, his tone possessive as he keeps me closer to him. I press my lips together and force myself to breathe normally, but I don't manage it. I bring my hands to his chest in an attempt to push him away, but I only find myself pulling him closer. I can't believe this is happening to me right now. Cole Drakov is the Rogue King... and here he is... having me pinned against a tree as he kisses my neck and claims me as his... and the worst part is...

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.

Even the insects had fallen silent. Something was wrong. She backed away from the stream, hackles rising along her spine. Her wolf senses screamed danger, but she couldn't pinpoint the threat. Then the wind shifted, bringing with it a scent that made her blood run cold. Rogues. At least three of them, maybe more. The scent was unmistakable—unwashed bodies, madness, and the metallic tang of old blood. Rogues were wolves who'd been cast out of their packs or had chosen to leave, living without the structure and discipline of pack life. Some were harmless loners. But most descended into madness, becoming little more than feral beasts who killed for sport.