Rogue Hero Season 2 Novels & Stories

I swing my other leg around and kick the rogue harshly in the throat, stopping his call for backup and forcing a yelp out of him, as he gasps for air and coughs up blood. Nevertheless, the damage has already been done. I can sense four more rogues coming in from the east. I am so screwed. Spinning around stealthily, I sense Number Two climbing onto his feet, his head still hanging at a funny angle. He pounces on me mid shift, but I manage to throw him onto Number One who is trying to bite my leg off again, but not before Number 2 thwacks me in the head, causing me to fall over, snagging my hand on an exposed root in the process.

The only thing I had was faith. Rogues were supposed to have lost all humanity, but not common sense. They were skilled at fighting and sneak attacks, so wouldn’t it mean they could sense that I was a healer? Wouldn’t they understand that I wanted to help? But it was too late to question my decision now. I was already here…although I had no idea where I was going. Thunder roared at the horizon, followed by a blinding flash of lightning across the sky. I halted mid-step, covering my ears with my hands and pressing my lips together to stop myself from screaming. I didn’t like lightning.

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

One of the rogues is coming up behind him with a silver knife. Nyx roars, leaps, and then stands in front of the rogue, growling menacingly. “No one touches my family,” she said darkly. She jumped on the rogue and had him on his back. She wasted no time and ripped his head off. Rodrigo’s maw looked, and his eyes went wide. I turned to look at the area and saw that Rodrigo had the only rogue left alive. Nyx jumped and landed behind the rogue, knocking him unconscious. “That bastard stays alive until we question him,” she ordered.

It cried out in pain. The moment one was down, Rogan immediately targeted the other. Rogues were savage beings without reason. All they knew was to devour and kill. Fear wasn’t much of a feeling to them. But for some reason, the moment Rogan turned his attention to the second rogue, Nina noticed that it seemed to flinch and even took a step back. Rogan didn’t give it a chance to retreat before he lurched forward. In a few minutes, the two rogues were killed by Rogan.

one of the rogues sneered, his voice dripping with menace. Damian stepped forward, his stance strong and defiant. “You’re not getting anywhere near it,” he growled. The rogue laughed, a cold, cruel sound. “We’ll see about that.” With a sudden burst of movement, the rogues attacked, their snarls filling the air as they charged at the group. Kyla’s heart raced as the battle erupted around her. She watched in horror as the warriors clashed with the rogues, their growls and roars echoing through the forest.

I had proven myself as a true Rogue leader, and no one would ever be able to take that away from me. I picked up my sword and I could see the fear in his eyes. He might be regretting his actions or not, but I didn't care. It was already too late for him. With one swift motion, I swung my sword and severed his neck. Blood spurted out, covering my face and clothes. I didn't flinch or feel remorse; I was a Rogue leader, and this is what we do. I wiped the blood off my face, turned to my warriors, and said, "Let's go. We have work to do."

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

Gross, this guy just does not give up. Spinning on my toes, I turn and look the rogue in the eyes. Anger is coursing through me at this point, and I am sure that my eyes are glowing silver. "I told you to get lost," I growl at him. He takes a step back from my growl and he stares at me. "Well, well, well. You don’t smell like a wolf," he says sniffing my hair.

“Yeah…her crew was far more prepared for a battle like that though.” He smiled wide. “Maybe. But we have the best leadership. Even if we didn’t make it out without casualties, I don’t think we would have lost.” Shaking my head, I let my lips sit on the edge of the glass. “Not a chance I am willing to make. Not again. We will make sure that everyone is covered.” ‘Alpha! Rogues spotted in the south!’ Blinking, I looked at Wyatt who was still sipping his beer. I realized that it was mind link for a moment.