Novel & Cerita Rogue Heroes

Rig growled, and even though I felt his certainty—and believed him—that wasn’t my point. “It’s not just you, though, Rig. You know that. You have to have the support to gain your full power. That means the hierarchy has to not just be beaten, but overcome. And that means we need more numbers.” Rig scoffed, shaking his head. “What are you guys talking about?” Cara piped up from beside Rig, her expression confused. “The Rogues,” I explained to her. “They’re wolves that stand outside the hierarchy. Self-ruling and—”

' I could feel Gidian beaming with pride at my remarks. 'Thank you, and I feel the same about you.' I had an important call to carry out to Alpha Kane of the Half Moon Pack in Russia. They had been experiencing problems with rogue attacks. So, I sent four hundred of our toughest warriors to help. Rogues are wolves who don't belong to a pack. They are treacherous and filled with bloodlust. They don't live by the rules and laws of a pack, instead, they kill as they please, both human and supernatural creatures alike.

Heron's radar discovered him with Tyr’s alpha eyes but the rogues attacked in a formation that had to be penetrated to get to their cowardly leader in his tenebrous hiding spot. A warrior came face to face with three rogues. They gnashed their canines and had crusted mud and blood splotched on their muzzles, adding to their revolting rotten stench. Before they could attack him, another one slammed into him from behind, catapulting him to the ground right at one of the beastly rogues' paws. Forbes instantly sprang at them as they tried to pounce on the warrior so that he swiftly leaped on his feet to confront the beastly rogue.

I take a break from my work and hunt down and kill rogues that have gone insane. Unlike most werewolves, I don’t kill all rogues, just the ones that are insane. That is why I said that the werewolf treatment of rogues is a problem. Often, wolves who have gone rogue to escape a bad situation and are seeking shelter, are killed or imprisoned simply because they are rogues. Ugh. This annoys me so much. Innocent people are killed because of herd mentality. Why can’t the pack wolves see that some rogues are not bad?

I put what I am doing to the side and gestured for him to take a seat. "Owen, I need to talk to you about something. I do not want you to take offense, but it's about rogues." I nod. Rogues often give packs trouble; somehow, I am an exception. Probably because I attempt to communicate with the wolf packs and live on neutral territory, it probably also helps that they come to my club. "I am not sure what help I can be," I don't associate with many wolves, other than those who work or are members of the club.

Jao watched from a distance behind a tree as the rogues started to fall one by one. At first, they had the upper hand because of the drug, but everything changed when the Crescent Stone Alphas joined the fight along with the additional warriors they brought. The rogues Derrick sent didn’t stand a chance anymore.

Our warriors fought with disciplined ferocity, but the rogues were vicious and numerous, attacking with the desperate savagery of those with nothing to lose. Then I saw Marcus, still in human form, his face twisted with recognition as he ducked under a rogue's claws. "These are the same ones!" he shouted to Kieran. "The bastards from the engagement party!" The same rogues? My blood ran cold. These weren't random bandits looking for easy prey. This was coordinated. “Ahhh!!” A gasp tore through my throat. A rogue had suddenly appeared outside the window. It had broken through the defensive line. My breath caught as it launched itself at my window, claws extended, jaws wide. The glass held, but

I wasn’t trying to get too close so I stayed where I was. “Human..” He said in a creepy way and ran his tongue over his lips. From what I know, rogues are cursed wolves and they do not have special abilities equivalent to actual wolves but are equally dangerous.. but good thing about them.. you don’t need silver to kill them. “Do you have some?” I asked since he wasn’t saying anything but looking at me like a prey. My heart beat loudly for a moment there but I had to keep my composure and focus.

Former Lycan Court warriors, rogues, anyone who ran when everything fell apart. Only about forty of them were left. All that remained of the fight against the Council. “We need to attack soon,” said Drake, a scarred warrior. “The longer we wait, the stronger the Council gets.” “Attack with what?” Amara, a rogue who had joined recently, replied. “We’ve got forty fighters. The Council has thousands. That’s suicide.” “So we just hide?” Drake snapped. “Let them win?” “We’re not letting them win. We’re surviving.” Amara gestured around the group. “Every one of us is a loose end the Council hasn’t tied up yet. Our existence is proof we’re still fighting back.”

he sighed, “Well, they were criminals…” I mumbled, “Rogues, darlings are not always criminals. My parents were rogue vampires for a while. A rogue is a person who is not in a pack or into society; it does not mean they committed a crime,” he sighed, and I squinted my eyebrows. “Are any of those guys the case?” I asked, and he took a deep breath. “No, two of them attacked a pack and killed several warriors, and the other one robbed a shop and killed the owner,” he said, and I took a deep breath.