Rogue Mc Novels & Stories

“What witches?” The rogue shook his head, sobbing now. “They do things… things I’ve seen… things that can’t be fought. They curse packs, break minds, twist people into… into monsters.” Raven stepped back, breathing deeply as she processed the information. Luca placed a steadying hand on her shoulder, grounding her. “We’ll be ready,” Luca said quietly, his eyes never leaving the rogue. “If you lie, you won’t leave this room.” The rogue looked up, desperation on his face. “I’m not lying. I swear. He’s coming, and he’ll kill me for failing.”

**** Phoenix The meeting was finally over and I couldn't wait to go back home. All they talked about was about some rogue that had been violating the rules by running in and out of packs without permission. As much as hate rogues, I feel extremely sorry for this one because once it's caught, it's going to be put to death. My beta reported five rogue cases to me three days ago. He said that he had taken care of four, but the last one was a serious pain in the ass and he wasn't sure how long he was going to restrain himself from strangling it to death.

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

He sure had his work cut out for him. Any one being a Rogue or a renegade was despised in the werewolf community. There was not much difference between the two terms. The High council branded all those who do not adhere to the laws of the werewolf community as Rogues. It included wolves who got kicked out from their packs or those who decided to leave them on their accords. Renegade, on the other hand, were rogues who like to hurt, use their abilities to kill mindlessly. Ryan happened to be elated when he first spotted his mate, but got frustrated beyond reason when he could not find her for a year. But when he did, it was to find she was the one thing that he despised the most. All his thou

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

I don't want my mother's beloved kingdom to be in a demon's hands. I walked and left her there dumbfounded. No one should ever insult me for I know everyone's secret and how I can take them down in a minute. I know they are planning something wicked, I know them and I know how I can stop and pull them down too. I am no damsel in distress but a tigress they should avoid being bitten by. Today, I was given a mission as part of my training and that is to kill rogues- every one of them, without using any of my abilities which I know I can because I'm trained to fight using swords than using my abilities because I am born to control them perfectly.

“And of course, you don’t want to mark me because you don’t want to take your throne back.” “I don’t know what I want to do yet. I have no support. No army. It’s not that easy.” “What about these rogues Monty spoke about? What is a rogue anyway?” “A rogue is a packless wolf. It’s not that easy. Rogues aren’t warriors. By the time I have them trained and ready for a war, Caspian would know and we’d all be dead. Well, not you and me…we’d only wish we were dead.”

A Rogue. A Rogue is a werewolf without a pack. They often kill any werewolf they encounter; may it be a member of a pack or a similar rogue, like them. They are vicious plunderers. And that same vicious plunderer is right in front of me, deviously smiling. “Others cannot dodge my attack so easily like that. You’re quite good, pup.” He praised me, but I don’t feel good that he did so at all. I’m scared. “W-who are you, Mister?” I tried to sound brave, but aside from stuttering, my voice also cracked.

But that assumption was clearly bullshit. Rogues weren’t just dangerous, they were unpredictable, savage, and unbound by any laws of a pack. Outcasts who had been stripped of rank, banished for rebelling, who now tore through the world like beasts of vengeance. And when they weren’t being hunted, they hunted back. One rule about rogues: They never came alone. I turned to run, but the air shifted. The wind hissed through the trees unnaturally fast, and before my foot could even lift off the ground, something dropped from above.