Rogue One Script Novels & Stories

Arthur had felt their presence like an instinct he couldn’t explain. “I… I tried to stop them.” But it had been too late. They would never abandon their comrades to their deaths. All Arthur could do was go after them and try to kill as many rogues as he could. Didn’t know how many rogues there were, but he knew that the patrol members would be in trouble. They fought fiercely, ripping and tearing through the rogues in practiced patterns. A rogue was only at an advantage against one werewolf because rogues were fierce and irrational beasts. Against teams of three, a rogue lost the advantage of being unpredictable as the three werewolves could cooperate.

I slept with rogue, and despite being an alpha, he was still widely known as a rogue. “How dare you! How shameless! I can’t forgive you for doing this to me, Bethany. You allowed yourself to become one of his whores, and it’s the most despicable thing to do for the pack! Starting today, I will strip your status as my heir, and you can leave the pack immediately.”

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

All Sigmas heads are shaved monthly to take away their beauty. “Come,” he held his hand out to me. As I took his hand, sparks shot through my entire body, and in that moment, I never wanted to let go. He led me outside. We were surrounded by woods. Many people surrounded the house. They were in deep discussion with each other. Along the outskirts of the small property, I could see tents set up, some merchant tents, others with couches and beds thrown in them. Rope lights hung from the trees and pathway lights lit up walking trails from one tent to the next. There was a huge firepit in the middle. It reminded me of a gypsy’s camp.

Unlike how I found him unconscious and butt naked. "Why did you leave your pack, Peyton?" He questions, eyes never leaving mine. "Stepping foot into this land as an exiled wolf makes you nothing but a rogue. And we do kill rogues, or lock them up because they're never to be trusted." The lines on his forehead are furrowing as he makes this known to me.

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.

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she

I had proven myself as a true Rogue leader, and no one would ever be able to take that away from me. I picked up my sword and I could see the fear in his eyes. He might be regretting his actions or not, but I didn't care. It was already too late for him. With one swift motion, I swung my sword and severed his neck. Blood spurted out, covering my face and clothes. I didn't flinch or feel remorse; I was a Rogue leader, and this is what we do. I wiped the blood off my face, turned to my warriors, and said, "Let's go. We have work to do."

Such betrayal, but what would you expect from a rogue. Never trust a rogue.

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.