Rogue Mc Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You're Fenris's son. Fine. But bloodline doesn't make a leader." "I agree." That surprised him. I could see it in the slight widening of his eyes. "You do?" "I spent twenty-one years as a rogue. I don't know your laws, your customs, your history. I'm learning, but I'm not going to pretend I have all the answers." I looked around the room, meeting each of their eyes in turn. "What I want to know is what you think Silverpine needs." Silence. They'd expected defensiveness, maybe. Not genuine curiosity.

The bigger of the two Rogues spoke, licking his lips watching me slowly back up. "I would watch how you speak to our future Queen." Nate said through gritted teeth. He wanted to rip the man’s throat out for even implying he would touch me. "Now, now, little alpha boy, the three of you are no match for us, but if you like to give it a go then come on then." The man taunted, waving them to come fight him. His partner chuckled next to him. They were consider Rogues by the kingdom standards, but not by the goddess. A true Rogue was a lone wolf with no pack that lost his humanity. I could tell these wolves belonged to no pack, but they weren't feral.

“The purebloods are getting ready to pounce on you. It’s practical for you to be in a pack than be a rogue.” Lincoln dropped the million-dollar question: “And what do you want from me?” Patrina licked her lips. It was almost like she was nervous. “I can offer you shelter and protection. In exchange... …marry me and by my Alpha.”

When Desmond saw that the queen had left the circle and he didn’t need to be all nice and polite around the king, he looked at his boss and said, “That’s a cool word, boss. Ain’t know what it means though.” Greg’s smile was getting broader by the second, and he allowed himself another two-second look at Lucianne’s retreating figure before he answered Desmond, “Mavericks are unorthodox creatures who don't follow a prescribed set of rules, customs or beliefs. Independent thinkers and believers.” Greg then turned in the other direction for his own guard duty when Desmond asked, “That’s a good thing, ain’t it, boss?” Greg smiled radiantly when he yelled out without hesitation, “Beats being calle

The Rogues looked satisfied instead of feeling fear, they couldn't wait to hold this asshole from his neck and make him see who was the powerful one here. “You dare to attack my pack you filthy pieces of shit,” Raymond growled tugging at the steel chains. Rogues howled in pain but didn’t really show their fear to him, they were taught to never feel fear even if death would be near them, if they lived they will live with pride but if they died they will die with their head held high as well. “Why the fuck did you enter my territory?” Raymond asked crouching down in front of them. One of them chuckled earning the scowling Alpha's attention.

“There is a new bar that opened up between the human city and our territory boundary. It’s popular with the younger crowd.” “That doesn’t seem like big news.” I watched his hands start to shake. “Normally, it wouldn’t. However, the bar…itself…is owned by…three…” “For goddess sake Sam, spit it out.” “…rogues.” My body went rigid. Eyes snapping to his, he backed up another couple of steps. “What did you say?” “The bar is currently owned and operated by three rogues.” I growled and slammed my hands down on the desk. “What the fuck are rogues doing on the edge of my territory, Sam?”

“I went down the rabbit hole hours ago. Everything sounds crazy and yet so logical. I can’t tell what’s sane and what’s not anymore. I just don’t want anyone screaming at me or getting violent.” Robert gave a frustrated and exasperated sigh. “I assure you both. Whatever is happening here it’s escalating, and we can’t allow it to harm either of you. This is a situation I never planned to be in. But basically this is the calm before a war breaks out. I’m stuck trying to figure out who our enemy is still.” “Question. What are rogues?” “Rogue or rogue pack. Wolf shifters who don’t have a pack or are in a territory they have no right to be in. A rogue pack is a pack who steps into the territory o

I announce to them. And it feels ridiculous to say it out loud, but I don't know what else to say. The Rogues are gone. Cole is gone. The entire situation inside the Gala has been left behind, and yet I know that the moment we return, every single person there will want to know what happened to me, and that thought alone makes my stomach tighten. Alaric doesn't seem satisfied with my answer. "Warriors, follow them, capture the Rogue King and take as many captives as you can," he orders sharply as he turns to face his people behind him.

Mordecai was burning down those walls and putting light back in my life. "-and we have ten new rogues. Alpha Krause, will you be taking them as usual?" The Alpha speaking turned to look at me. He was an older man in charge of the Infernal Riders pack. Their Alpha had fallen not long ago and their Luna was still indisposed publicly. I cleared my throat, trying to sit up straighter against Mordecai who was reluctant to let up his grip on me at all," where did the rogues come from?" "Broken Moon," the man looked to the Alpha of said pack and received a nod. "All ten came from Broken Moon. Will you be taking them?" He repeated.

The urge to end him then and there tempted me but I resisted, I needed answers not blood. “You fools will never get anything out of me, I swear by the moon goddess,” the rogue coughed up more blood as he spoke. Gareth growled, he dipped his fingers into the rogue’s side, forcing him to let out another scream. “You will regard my alpha with respect, you hear me?” I let out a defeated sigh, it was obvious that he wasn’t going to spill anything. He is a rogue, and what they do, take the smallest of secrets to their grave with them because they basically have nothing to lose.