Rogue Fairy Tail Novels & Stories

"Once we cross that river, we're free. No more Rook, no more whips, no more Alphas treating us like dogs. We will never live like this again.” I capped the small jar and put it into his hands, smiling down at him. "Keep this ointment under your pillow. Use it again tomorrow night before you sleep, okay.” Theo held the little glass jar in his palm. He didn't say thank you, he didn't smile. He didn't even look at the map on his lap. Slowly, his thumb stopped moving over the lid. The panicked, crying boy from a minute ago was completely gone. His face went flat, cold, and totally still. He stared straight ahead into the room, his blind eye cloudy and his good eye empty of any emotion.

I shift and quickly get dresses. “I have a situation Dad and I want to have your input on it” “oh, what’s up?” “that rogue you brought in” “the rogue Roro brought in” “yes the rogue, well it turns out she’s Cory’s mate and was unable to connect with her wolf, Cory had to try to reach out to her and she shifted and at first did not recognize him and when she did she brought this up”

“Did you have fun leaving a scar on the face of your enemy?” “Yes, I did,” she keeps shaking like a fucking leaf over what has been displayed before her. People from other regions aren't fucking used to how bloody we, the Rogues can be. We are destructive and messy. Rough and most of us are street dogs. We hunt whatever and whoever we see as prey. This is part of our pride. But lately, every Rogue has been on the low since Alpha Arkon took over his father. He has changed a lot of our policies, creating boredom in our region. He is too soft-hearted as an Alpha. And this is why he must have me by his side as his Luna.

Troy struck hard and fast, his fangs coming away with a sizable chunk of meat from the writhing rogue’s throat. Before Troy could leave the side of the dead rogue, three warlocks clad in black gowns appeared. Neither could mask the shock in their eyes when their gazes fell on the dead rogues. Fury and disappointment filled the eyes of one particular warlock when her gaze landed on the dead rogue lying beside Troy. Her red hair and blue eyes gave away her identity, thanks to Amber’s detailed description. The sound that left the warlock’s throat caught the attention of the golden wolf. It turned to look at whoever had made that sound and froze.

Elaine, an Omega,had spent all her life being prepared for a prestigious mate by her family. To them nothing was more important than an elite match for their last daughter but things would change when the Rogue Alpha Maxwell, a banished heir of the royal family storms in and claims her against her will. What begins with rivalry turns into unwavering passion and desire for each other. Eventually pregnant with Alpha Maxwell's forbidden heir, Elaine carries a child prophesied to be the destroyer of the current monarchy and one who will either unite or destroy the packs forever.She would live her life protecting her pup while fighting beside her ferocious Alpha.

“Oh. Umm, on a different topic there’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask you. Why don’t you like rogues?” Tyler lets out a large sigh. “Three years ago, there was a large rogue attack on Moonfang. My parents left to go fight, and were killed during the fighting. I was forced to step up and become Alpha at the age of seventeen. I couldn’t even finish high school properly. I had to attend online classes. I also had to attend college virtually. There are so many things that my parents will never get to see. I hate rogues because whenever I see one, I am reminded of what was taken from me.” Tyler falls silent and stares at his plate. “I understand,” I say softly. Tyler looks up quickly. “Rogue

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

I roar. “Mr. I can tell you the story and the legend as I learned it, but also tell you what rumors have gone around the camps,” A young rogue, barely old enough to be away from her mother’s side, let alone shifting and fighting says. If she didn’t smell like garbage, this rogue might be attractive, she is built like My Little Mouse, but with brown hair and eyes and a dirt crusted face. “Tell me about it, girl!” I order. The girl reiterates the story with only minor differences…several stand out to me.

"Alpha, we have a visual on a transport. Southeast quadrant. Sending the link." Logan hissed a curse and signaled the pilot to dive. In the field, I had given up hope. I stared at the grey sky, hearing the distant, rhythmic thumping of rotors. "I'm going to break you," the rogue whispered, unbuckling his heavy belt to bind my wrists. Before the buckle could click, a shadow fell over us. A hand reached down, grabbed the rogue by the shoulder, and hurled him twenty feet across the field like a rag doll.

Sike and Nessa were closer to the entrance, like they always were, ready to run if something came. Just a dream. The same dream. The one I had been having for as long as I could remember. I wiped the sweat off my face and tried to slow my breathing. It never got easier. Every time I saw that woman fall, every time I heard that little girl scream, I woke up feeling like I had been the one hit by that arrow. . . . My name is Lila. I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life.