Rogue Hero Season 2 Novels & Stories

I need to baby that leg, if I get pushed on it it will give out again and I am at risk if two rogues are over me when fighting. As I continue moving back and forth waiting for them to make the first move, the first rogue runs at me swiping at my front paw. He catches it tearing the skin. As he flies by I catch his neck and slam him to the ground. As the other rogue jumps again on my back, I finish the first rogue off by clawing his stomach; his intestines pour out. He can’t survive that attack and is quickly dying.

“What I know is that these rogues will return to the pack with us and there’s nothing you can do about it.” I clenched my fists, now angry. “That’s not going to happen,” I growled. “Not while I’m still Alpha.” Seraya’s eyes flared like she was ready to shout something back but she didn’t get the chance to because an arrow suddenly flew out of the trees. It hit the first rogue, the tallest in the group on the chest and his eyes went wide as he dropped to the ground. The female rogue beside him let out a deep, painful howl, shaking him but he didn’t wake up. He was dead.

The other rogues saw this and began to retreat. “I never waste my words,” I say, clawing at the nearest rogue I could grab. The way I was killing them was making a circle around me. I turned and glanced at my brother. “Do you need help there?” I ask. He chuckled. "Thanks, I can manage,” he said, waving his bloody hands at me. He had just ripped the heart out of a rogue. Oh, Hercules can be brutal if he wants to be. As we fought, we kept advancing into the other side, which the rogue had occupied. Then suddenly, they began to retreat. We chased them as they ran, but unfortunately, they had been cornered. I claw my way through, leaving the dead bodies of the rogues behind me. Just then, I got

I then lead us off of the stage down to where the rogues were strung up, I extend my claws and slash the first rogue across the throat, and I skip the next one allowing king Noah the honour of extending his claws and slashing his throat. We do this to all the rogues, but with the final four rogues, Noah and I dipped one of our sharp claws into liquid silver. I make a long cut on one side of the rogue's neck and Noah does the same to the other. Because silver is dangerous to both species, the small amount on our claws goes into the cut and stops the healing of that cut, therefore, causing them to bleed to death. Once the last rogue is punished, I escort Seraphina away from the horrible sight

"If you don't reject him, I'll have to declare him a rogue and banish him from this pack. We don't need him here." "You can't do that father. He is your subject! You can't maltreat your pack members for no reason! That will be outrageous!" I yelled. I couldn't believe my ears. Being declared a rogue was the worst thing that could happen to a werewolf — aside from being rejected. A rogue was an outlaw, one without a pack. He was sent out of his home to roam about the deadly forest alone. Rogues were helpless wolves without the protection of an alpha and they were open to any attack whatsoever

The door was solid metal and rusted and the building numbers had fallen off long ago. Jason went to the door and knocked, giving me a here we go look. The door creaked open slowly. I had never understood pack members distaste for rogues until the scent of this man hit my nostrils. He smelled of rancid milk that had been left out in the sun. I didn’t understand what it was until Jason pushed himself between us to guard me from the man. “Can I help you?” The man asked. Squaring up solidly with Jason.

Because of this artifact, the feeding of the barrier and other activities around and inside the lava tube made it possible and easier. “Alpha Kaylon!” The two warriors greeted in unison upon seeing their Alpha, for they haven't seen him for a very long time. “Owero, Troya, and Taydel,” said Kaylon while tapping the shoulder of his men. Kaylon could see that his men were elated based on their faces. It has been years, yet the faces of his loyal warriors never left his mind—Tydel, who has a huge scar on his face, even played a deeper part in Kaylon's heart. The warrior who shielded him during their deadly war.

“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

Selene’s wolf stood close by watching her fight the rogues. The sixth rogue fell with a broken neck, as Nova bit it off. The last rogue, was the largest of them all. It lunged at her with the full force of its weight. Nova met it head on, their jaws clashing together, like thunder. She drove her claws into its chest and tore out his heart. The rogue crumpled, blood pouring from the wound. Nova stood over the bodies, her chest heaving, her white fur streaked with crimson. The seven rogues were all dead.

I stumbled, my back hitting a tree, heart hammering against my ribs. The rogues moved with something I hadn’t seen before, desperation. Hunger. And their eyes… they glowed faintly red. “Why her?” Mason snarled, grabbing one by the throat. The rogue’s lips curled into a twisted smile. “She burns… like the Goddess.” Then it all blurred. One of them broke through the fight, heading straight for me. I swung the knife Raven had given me, but he caught my wrist mid-air and slammed me into the tree.