Rogue Mc Novels & Stories

(Veronica’s POV) Veronica’s dead, they call me the Crimson Rogue now. A story whispered across the badlands. A name that crawls into fireside talk when the night’s too quiet. Mothers use it to make pups behave. It’s funny how a lie becomes a legend if you feed it enough blood. I’ve fed it plenty. The Rogue King, Malik, and I have taken two smaller packs in less than a month. No drawn-out sieges. No grand battles. Just ruthlessness and obedience. The strongest of each we kept. The rest we buried.

He muttered, sounding angry. “We hit fast, and leave there faster.” He continued while trying to suppress and hide his itch to defy the rogue queen, to ambush Callum and end his life. The rogue queen hated Moonclaw just as much as he did but her plan was slow and precise. “I’m tired of all these restrictions and rules.” Run grumbled from behind him. Ruk was the tallest and largest rogue in the village, he had a shaved skull, and his nose was always wet, he carried a large axe slung across his back.

I said trying to end this call with my mother. I needed to find out what was going on with the sudden random rogue attacks. So far I've heard it was a small number of rogues attacks maybe twenty-plus rogue wolves, From the intel we’ve received, they seem to be excellent fighters. Some alpha’s even think they were being trained, which was unusual. Rogues tend to be mindless bloodlust beast that thrive on the most basic elements of their wolves, which is to hunt and kill everything within sight. So regardless of my mother's confidence, I can't let our ego make it the reason we lose any of our pack members, for being overly cocky. We can't take these attacks for granted and be unprepared.

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.

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.

The doors pushed open and I peaked through the bookcase to have a clear view of the rogue. The rogue, looked like a savage male version of a Nymph. If he washed up, he'd be actually good looking. But every rogue, had just a few things on their mind- especially an alpha. Sex, Hunt, Kill, or Eat. Like a wild wolf with nowhere specific to run off to. He had white foam running down from his lips, a sign he was rogue. He didn't have an ink of humanity but it won't stop him from shifting freely between forms. There were only a few things that could make an alpha go rogue. My guess would be as good as any of what happened to him. He was butt naked, muscles tone and fit. He had a mirror's shard cutt

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

, Jean Claude came up to her, still looking as handsome as the time she saw at the other party. " The bussy", she replied, a hint of laughter in her eyes. "Damn, she knows?", a guy, wearing a white t shirt with fitted black jeans, long ponytails with dyed red tip, came sauntering towards them laughing. "Juliet told her", Jean replied. "You're fucked, then. Fucked", he replied, then turned to Meghan. "I'm Monte Cristo by the way" Meghan smiled. "Meghan" "Meghan. Simple and fitting. Meghan", Monte said her name slowly, as if he was sampling it on his tongue.

“Then blood will spill before the prophecy intends it to.” ……. In the deepest part of the forest, where the moonlight barely kissed the ground, a figure stood on a high ridge. Eyes glowing molten gold, burning with something fierce… and broken. The rogue alpha. His long coat fluttered in the breeze as he stared down at the distant lights of the city. The scent of Elaina still lingered on the wind—wildflower and power. “She’s awakening…” he murmured, jaw clenched, claws flexing at his sides.

"Didn't you come here to teach me?" Mace said nothing but picked up the book and began to explain to her. "There are villains called rogues. They are those who have been exiled or have left their pack. They cause problems because they don't want other packs to be happy. You will be able to distinguish them by their distinct odor. They smell rotten." "Hmm. I've noticed a rotten smell lately. It was different from Simon's and yours, and... Is Adolpha one of you?" "Why do you ask?"