Rogue Mc Novels & Stories

Malcolm returned to his chair and my attention returned to the rogue case. “It’s frustrating how Rogues keep attacking. You know they also ambushed the hybrid kingdom.” I said. Malcom nodded. “Yes, I heard about it. I have this feeling the rogues are searching for control that’s why they keep pulling these tactics. They’re tired of being outcasts, living like rats. They want power.” I frowned. “But taking over packs through bloodshed won’t make them rulers. It’ll only make them enemies to everyone.” Malcolm gave me a half-smile. “That’s the thing about desperate men. They don’t think rationally.”

A smirk formed on my lips as he involuntarily hissed from the burning sensation. Coldly, I stared at him with the tip of the knife resting on the pumping pulse on his neck, steadily speaking, “I’ve seen men like you break before, and they ended up rotting six feet below the ground because of their arrogance, and you won’t be any different if you don’t learn how to control your filthy mouth. Now talk.” The Rogue confidently let out a smirk. “Kill me if you want. You won’t stop him either way.” He kept his sharp eyes gazing at me without any hint of fear in his eyes. Indeed, they were the most notorious group of Rogues.

Every other Alpha had been left with no choice but to torture me in order to obtain the information they wanted, but that usually took them at least a month to get anything from me which they could actually use. I had a pretty high pain threshold and could easily go for weeks before anything actually effected my body. I just gave them what they wanted after a month in return they gave me what I needed, which was their full support when the time came. "Why are you rogue?" Jayson asked me. "My pack were slaughtered when I was eighteen. I was happy, just living my life with my family, but that was all taken away from me in one night..." I paused as I brought my head up so that I was looking at

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

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—”

They looked exhausted and beaten, like they hadn’t slept in days. Yeah, this place had been through hell. And honestly, I wasn’t even surprised. Not really. Malcolm’s ego had always been a damn problem. The man had a habit of throwing people out whenever they disagreed with him, banishing wolves left and right for the smallest things. So of course, Silvermoon had the highest number of rogues out there. Half of these attacks were probably revenge from the same wolves he had cast aside. Still, standing here now, seeing the destruction up close, it hit me harder than I expected.

"You are right. He is using your mate bond to suck all the magic from you. In a few hours you will barely be human; that's if you're not dead before that..." "Why are you telling me this?" I asked. The rogue turned toward his friends. "Because," he said, a sinister smile spreading over his cracked and dry lips. "That is the reason I am here. I am going to kill you..." The next moment, more rogues made their presence known, and they popped their heads in at every possible corner. I could smell their excitement. I could sense their intense desire to have me dead. Will I be able to survive and defeat the rogues? Or will it all be in vain? ****

I ordered and rushed out with him. Rogues tend to raid territories to loot before or after full moons, knowing that there are fewer guards, or when they’re lucky, no one is around, and they’re free to steal everything they can carry. The fight had already broken out by the time we were out of the pack house. A rogue spotted me and immediately launched an attack. His claws were bared, and he was ready for a kill. I skillfully evaded his attack and delivered a kick in his torso.

"I'll spend the rest of my life repaying that debt. Don't ask me to stop." Rook lounged against the wall near the door with his permanent smirk back in place. He was officially a pack member now, a status he claimed to find deeply embarrassing. "I'm a rogue," Rook had said when Kellan signed the papers. "You can't just file me into respectability." But he hadn't left. And he hadn't stopped calling Bastian "Big Bast" at every opportunity.