Rogue One Novel Novels & Stories

Selene’s wolf stood close by watching her fight the rogues. The sixth rogue fell with a broken neck, as Nova bit it off. The last rogue, was the largest of them all. It lunged at her with the full force of its weight. Nova met it head on, their jaws clashing together, like thunder. She drove her claws into its chest and tore out his heart. The rogue crumpled, blood pouring from the wound. Nova stood over the bodies, her chest heaving, her white fur streaked with crimson. The seven rogues were all dead.

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 try again to mind link him with no answer. I hear footsteps down the hall coming towards my door. I quickly stand as tall as possible, which is hard because I am so tired and my legs barely hold me up anymore. I have to though; I refuse to show him any sign of weakness. The door opens and in walks Shane, his signature smirk and a rose. "Good morning beautiful!" ***End of Book 1*** Book 2 titled: The Rogue's Winter Revenge is complete and can be found here on Good Novel now! Make sure you put the ' in Rogue's 😘😘😘😘

I cannot help but think where the Rogue population is coming from! Venus, Dorian and I had been killing them non stop but somehow they kept pouring. More and more black blood is being spilled and the number of Rogues could easily make a pack. As the first Rogue in their wolf form approaches me, I don't take another second before pushing my hand towards its snout. The Rogue makes a noise that's somewhere between pain and something else I don't exactly remember. And before the Rogue had a chance to react, I dug my finger even more for a firm grip. I then pull the Rogue's face down towards the ground and it falls down with a loud cry.

Not having to worry about rogue attacks was probably the only advantage of being a rogue. When Lucianne asked Stella if she could share any specific scenes that she loved at night, the teenager’s eyes sparkled and she got out her phone with an excited grin to show Lucianne pictures from her photo gallery. Lucianne immediately noticed the no-service icon, and concluded that this was one of the precautions rogues took to avoid being detected.

His fur was dripping wet from the pond I had been about to jump into, and the excitement of my escape vanished when his heavy paw pressed down onto the center of my back, his claws digging into my skin. I groaned from the impact, my ribs protesting as I tried to wiggle free and failed due to the enormous wolf holding me down. A combination of fear and a thrilling kind of excitement that I didn’t quite recognize filled me as he released a low, threatening growl and goosebumps rose along my skin. We rarely had rogues this close to the border, but this was no ordinary rogue. From my brief glimpse of him, I knew I was in trouble before he had collided with me. He was twice the size of any ordina

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

And I release my hold. Shifting to my massive dark furred beast, I get to the first house and break the door as I run through it with my shoulder. In between the smokey house, I spot three rogues, Balthazar's rogues, cackling as they surround an helpless woman. One of them ripping her dress. The first rogue I encounter doesn't have time to react, his back is turned towards me. The moment he turns to face me, no doubt feeling my presence, my jaw locks in on his head, crunching it.

To patients. A young warrior, his arm bandaged thickly, stiffened when he saw me. I knelt beside his bed without hesitation. “You fought bravely,” I told him. “But bravery doesn’t mean you heal alone.” His eyes filled, and he nodded. Rogue recently attacked the Red moon pack. He is one of the warriors that fight. By the time I left, exhaustion settled deep into my bones, but it was the satisfying kind. The kind that came from purpose. Damon, the warrior assigned by the elders to accompany me, remained quiet as we returned to the palace. He observed everything, reporting nothing aloud. A watcher. A judge.

“Once I’m done with you.” The Rogue just chuckled. “What, a little girl like you? I’d crush you in an instant. Get out of here, short stuff.” “Dear, don’t endanger yourself for an old woman like me—” the old woman began, but the Rogue cut her off, whipping the silver blade of a knife out of his pocket and pointing it at her. “Shut up, bitch!” he snarled. That was when I had enough. Instinct kicked in. “Get him,” Ema growled. “I want to feel his bones crunch in my jaws.”