Rogue Mc Novels & Stories

“A rogue...you’re a rogue.” It seems his whispered words got through to everyone for she became the centre of attention. Growls could be heard and yet instead of moving, instead of running for her life, she stood unmoving in her place. Rogues were frowned upon, they weren’t allowed anywhere near packs, especially not this one. She had been too bold, but right now, she didn’t care. Despite the commotion in the room, her eyes searched for Xavier, not being able to spot him through the crowd that had surrounded her.

He was a good dad. Cromwell's are descended from the great king of rogues... Marcus Cromwell. He was vicious like all rogues are. He invaded packs and converted them to the nomad lifestyle. There was no home or territory for rogues. That kind of life wasn't what my father wanted. He gave up the crown when he came of age. Even though it was his birthright. He wanted a home and a mate. Father was a kind spirit. I believed that when I had my own views on the world. He was a rogue until he met my mother.

She raised a claw to finish it off when another rogue jumped at her, knocking her off the wolf. Nora whimpered, falling to a side, leaving her ribs bruised and bleeding. Of course, rogues travelled in twos. The new rogue crouched beside the fallen rogue, sniffing it and checking if it was still alive. Nora saw her blood on a couple of fallen leaves and growled, charging at the newcomer. She gave it no breathing space as she took it down, swiping at its neck with renewed energy and anger. When it tried to howl for help, she ripped out its vocal cord and the rogue went still. Returning to the initial one, it was barely alive and struggling to get away.

"He's obsessed with finding his brother who went rogue five years ago. Disappeared without a trace. If you know anything about rogue networks, about how they operate, where they hide..." My heart jumped. The Rogue King. I'd spent weeks in his territory, seen how his network operated, and learned the locations of safe houses and supply routes. "I know the Rogue King personally," I said. "I can get Carson information. Names, locations, how to make contact." It was a gamble. Giving up that information could endanger the rogues who had helped me. But I was out of options and out of time. Marcus's eyes widened. "You actually know him?"

The Milky River Pack werewolves leaped to his defense, but rather than attacking the rogue, they got between the rogue and Mike. Outnumbered, the rogue turned and escaped into the forest. "After it!" Arthur growled, but the rogue had already vanished into the dense forest. Trying to follow it might have led them into another ambush. Arthur growled at Mike, "You useless bastard! What the hell was the point of coming you were just going to get in the way?" Mike grimaced with guilt but his pride wouldn't allow him to back down. "Those rogues didn't want to fight us, but you still killed them! Aren’t you a bit cruel?"

Harrison offered. “Thanks, but no thanks. Being rogue suits me if you haven’t noticed. It lets me walk in and out of any pack I need to and makes it easier to blend into things when I’m around humans,” Hayden said. “Let’s go inside so I can talk to Mimi and find out everything she knows.”

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.

I survey the group of rogues, none seeming to have any standing over the other. 'Help take down the rog-' a brute force slams into my side, teeth digging into my front leg. I growl as I crane my neck, digging my teeth into the rogues head. It lets go of my legs, rolling away from me. Its ear goes with me as dirt flies up between us. Jacob is on its tail, quite literally grabbing it by the tail and pulling it away from me. My eyes fly around, landing on two more rogues approaching Jacob. 'Behind you.' Jacob's eyes dart briefly behind him before he uses the tail in his mouth to whip the first rogue, throwing it in the other two's direction. They clash together in a flurry of growling fur. I lu

"Sophia must complete the ceremony today. What the hell is wrong with you?" Right at that moment, the iron gates on the edge of the square were kicked open. The border Warriors flew out like kites with broken strings, crashing onto the long tables. The man dressed entirely in black walked in slowly and methodically. Behind him trailed a squad of werewolves reeking of a foul stench. He wasn't an ordinary Rogue. He was the Rogue King—the king of stray wolves whom even the Council couldn't handle, commanding the largest Rogue camp in North America. The territory in his hands wasn't on the Council's map, but it was larger than any official Pack.

Nearby, another warrior unleashed a barrage of elemental attacks, commanding the very earth beneath his paws to strike at the rogues with forceful tremors. In a decisive moment, the warrior delivered a precise strike, incapacitating her rogue adversary. Marcus, utilizing his elemental mastery, created a protective barrier that repelled the rogues attempting to breach their defenses. The scarred rogue, witnessing the faltering morale of his pack, hesitated for a brief moment. Limuel, meanwhile, locked eyes with the rogue, their silent communication conveying a profound understanding of the stakes. The beta's every movement seemed deliberate—a dance between predator and prey. He anticipated th