Novel & Cerita Rogue Heroes

“I totally want my father to be alright too, no matter if someone else gets hurt. And Trevor too. He’s not among the soldiers but he’s on the rescue team. And rogues don’t have a code of honour.” Yes, rogue wolves were known to be ruthless because they had lost everything they once held dear to them. That’s why they didn’t follow normal battle protocol and just went for whoever they wanted to go after no matter if they were submissive, old wolves or children. And they usually went for the kill. “You seem to be handling this better than I am.” I told her as I opened the can of soda and took a thirsty gulp. My hands were clean but there were specks of blood all over my shirt. Blood from the me

“I’m glad you like it so far. With every passing day, I’m sure you’ll like it even more. But tomorrow, after your tour with Christianna, I will show you where to take shelter if rogues attack.” “Ok…” I mumbled. “Will you tell me now what rogues are?” “Rogues… Well yeah. Rogues are werewolves who were banished from their Alpha or refused their own pack. At first, they live like plain humans, but when they give in to their wolves and shift, they become feral and lose themselves. They never return to their human forms again. Lost and disorientated, they gather up in little packs of two or three because wolves can’t live alone. Some rogues take simple wolves into their pack just to gain strength

I implore, my voice brimming with determination. Sage's voice takes on a measured tone as he dives into the details of the encounter. "The rogue clan was known as the Bloodfangs," he begins, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if reliving the battle. "Their members were highly skilled fighters, each marked with the tattoo of a serpent entwined with a wolf on their wrists—a symbol of their unity and cunning." "They possessed a unique agility and strength," Sage continues, his words painting a vivid picture in my mind. "Their warriors moved with grace, striking swiftly and retreating with an uncanny precision. It was as if they were one with the shadows, blending seamlessly into the night."

I wanted to call out to her, to ask what was happening but then I saw the rogues. They were pushing something, air? It seemed they were trapped by invisible barriers they could not escape. A frown fell on my face. I held my hand up, telling my warriors to stop. Alone I proceeded on, moving until I couldn’t move further. Just like the rogues it seemed an invisible barrier existed to stop us from reaching Adira and the rogues. But for them, it seemed they could not even walk back where they came from. I watched as their warriors threw themselves on the barrier but unlike the last one, this one did not even budge.

A Rogue. A Rogue is a werewolf without a pack. They often kill any werewolf they encounter; may it be a member of a pack or a similar rogue, like them. They are vicious plunderers. And that same vicious plunderer is right in front of me, deviously smiling. “Others cannot dodge my attack so easily like that. You’re quite good, pup.” He praised me, but I don’t feel good that he did so at all. I’m scared. “W-who are you, Mister?” I tried to sound brave, but aside from stuttering, my voice also cracked.

Luke didn’t stop looking at each of them so intensely as he continued, “The rogue attack is drawing closer and closer to our boundaries.” “And we are prepared,” one of the elders replied. Luke shook his head, frowning a bit, “Are you sure about this? How ready?” he replied. The elders knew he had lost his dad to a rogue attack in a neighbouring pack, in which his dad’s friend was alpha and he had gone to assist them. Since then, their pack had been on consistent alert and guarding. No rogue was let to go free, as they could be a spy.

Jax continues. "Maybe but we just can't leave it be now. At least this way it's not opened and when it does heal, it's all together." I motion for the nervous rogue to come closer. If he had the energy to argue, he could hold both sides together so my impromtu suture could be better.

“I didn’t even think there were still two hundred of them left.” “Neither did I.” He whispered. Taking a deep breath and wiping some of the rain of my face, I rolled my shoulders. “Is it just Hunters?” He nodded. “As soon as we raised the banner of the Rogue King, all rogues they had employed, vacated the area. Most didn’t even stay within state lines.”

Samson’s house came into view with rogues circling around it. Blaze instantly spotted the six rouges. The rouge positioned himself, ready to attack the Alpha. Blaze smirked at him. He lunged at Blaze, but he quickly dodged it and bit his neck. The rogue whimpered in pain. Blaze bit his neck hard, and he fell on the ground, dead. The other rouges snarled at the Blue Moon pack’s warriors. The beta known as Caleb attacked the rogues with the help of the warriors.

"And we have the truth. That's more dangerous than an army." We dragged the bikes to the edge of the hangar’s loading ramp. Below us, the Arctic sea was a graveyard of broken ice and dark water. The mainland was a purple smudge on the horizon, miles away. I climbed onto the back of the largest bike, a massive beast of a machine that smelled of Lucian’s pine-scented oil. He climbed on in front of me, his back a solid wall of protection. "Hold on, little bird," he whispered. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my face into his shoulder. As the engines roared to life, I felt the Blood Vow hum. We weren't just a bride and a rogue anymore. We were the storm that was coming for the man wh