Rogue Hero Season 2 Novels & Stories

“This rogue has no backbone I see, just another mutt that we need to dispose of.” I raised my eyebrow, carefully raising my forcefield as I watched them approach me, my tone laced with a loud growl. “You may think I’m a rogue with unworthy breading, but I don’t want to be a stupid Luna. Take the alpha for all I care. I don’t want him.” The blonde growled, clenching her painted nails at her side. “Don’t disrespect him in my presence mutt.”

He cracked his knuckles, a subtle but chilling sound that echoed in the confined space. “Three against one? I guest i’m that strong for you to come to me all at once.” he said, his voice low and steady, laced with a confidence that sent shivers down my spine. “But mind you, You’ll regret this,” The first rogue lunged, claws bared and teeth gnashing. Zero sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing the rogue by the wrist and twisting it with a sickening snap. The rogue howled in pain, but Zero didn’t stop. He yanked the rogue forward, slamming his knee into the attacker’s gut before tossing him into a pile of trash bags like he weighed nothing.

Creed was getting unstable as the rogues plunged on him once again, he tried to jerk them off, but his strength was withering. Their leader took the opportunity and charged toward the alpha who was still held down by the rogues, and sliced the alpha on his back with the sword. The rogues left the alpha who was wiggling on the ground as the leader took a second cut on his back, this time, he went unconscious. The leader was too scared to get close to the alpha, and he believed he must be dead. He nodded at the rogues as the moon fade away. They fled into the dark as the alpha changed back to a human, unclad while facing the ground and still unconscious.

"You thought wrong! And tonight your leadership ends here!" His eyes were red and his fangs were long and sharp he let out his sharp claws to strike me but I was ready to jump. The two other rogues went after me, clawing and snarling but they would have to take a decade of practice before they could land a hit on any part of my body. I had to finish these two quickly and kill the leader, because without him then the rogues would lose their purpose. I targeted the neck of the two rogues and when they came to attack me I was fast enough to cut out their throat with my sharp claws. They both lay down on the ground coughing blood and catching their breath.

But I also feel his control, he doesn’t overextend, doesn’t chase, doesn’t let his healing body become a weakness. Good. Because I need him alive more than I need him heroic. I throw myself into the second rogue, teeth catching his shoulder, and we roll in the dust. His claws rake across my flank, not deep, but enough to sting. I shove him off and kick free, then snap at his foreleg. He stumbles. Logan’s wolf barrels past and finishes the disable with one brutal shoulder, check that sends the rogue crashing into the barricade. Our line holds. Then a horn blasts, different tone, lower, cutting through the din. The rogues hesitate. It’s small. A fraction. But it’s real.

The Alpha snapped vehemently, shutting the rogues up. Stephan would have chuckled at his friend’s impatience, but he kept quiet, expecting to hear some answers from the now scared rogues. “You won’t get anything out of us, your turn is over anyway,” The other rogue spoke spitefully, confusing both the Alphas, but his next line, left a wave of uneasiness to wash over them. “We don’t need to attack again after all, everything has fallen into place.” He spat, and without a warning, the rogue along with his partner, jumped straight off the cliff.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

Nearby, another warrior unleashed a barrage of elemental attacks, commanding the very earth beneath his paws to strike at the rogues with forceful tremors. In a decisive moment, the warrior delivered a precise strike, incapacitating her rogue adversary. Marcus, utilizing his elemental mastery, created a protective barrier that repelled the rogues attempting to breach their defenses. The scarred rogue, witnessing the faltering morale of his pack, hesitated for a brief moment. Limuel, meanwhile, locked eyes with the rogue, their silent communication conveying a profound understanding of the stakes. The beta's every movement seemed deliberate—a dance between predator and prey. He anticipated th

John countered, with his beast, Kine, dual-toning his voice. “Actually…” I turned to the stage as I sensed someone mounting and there stood the Herry fellow, making the announcement. “If you hurry…maybe you’ll get the show.” “We’ll be there soon.” As the connection ended, I quickly connected with Alpha Barbosa. “I hear we’ve had a run-in.” “Alpha,” Barbosa responded with a greeting before he continued. “We did, and these Rogues are…far more vicious than any that I have ever encountered.”

Then I lunge at the rogue and bite down on its throat, tearing its throat out. I look around the battlefield again and I see a pup and her mother who didn't make it to the safehouse and 3 rogues are advancing on them so I rush towards them and jump on the back of one rogue biting down on it's throat until it stops moving then I face the other two rogues who attack me and I dodge as I look at the mother and child and gesture with my head to run and they do.