Rogue Pack Novels & Stories

He stopped speaking and faced me again. "That's all the members of the Werewolves packs?" I asked him. "There's actually this called the Rogues." "Who are they?" "Rogues are actually those wolves that have been outcast or left their packs." "It's like a human being when it comes to them, there are also outcasts." "Yeah." "So what else are you talking about them?"

she said with fear and apprehension in her voice. "How many packs are here?" I asked. She glanced at me before answering. "Five. Two large packs, the Raven Knight Pack and the Moonlight Pack. They are the major packs here. There is one medium-sized pack, and the remaining two packs are minor packs," she replied. Five packs. Oh really? "And there are also many Rogues. Do you know what a Rogue is?" she asked. Rogue? That was what they called me when they blocked me. "Rogue? Trespassers?" I answered hesitantly.

"Unfortunately, no. There are too many of them. Too many than what we had initially anticipated. These packs were supposed to take measures against these rouges before it escalated to a point like this. Rogues are like a disease. When a single one finds its way into your pack, you either act fast and use him as a scapegoat for the others to see and stay away, or else, they are going to infest your pack, get to the heart, and squeeze the life out of it" He elaborated in a terrifying way. Even making symbols with hands. "Well....that is certainly not the kind of problem I want to encounter, ever" I pointed out honestly.

I told her. “I am really sorry and didn't plan to hurt you intentionally, I will go for now because I know you are angry and you need time to digest all this” with that she stood up and left too. Rogues: are werewolves that have either been kicked out of their pack or left on their own free will. Rogues don't have a set appearance apart from in their wolf form, they have long fur. They also have a bad odour radiating from their bodies. Rogues can be good or bad. In some cases they are the reason for deaths. And they can return to their pack if they are allowed.

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

I stood in the middle of the two werewolves' pack, trying to find the enemy's alpha but he was nowhere to be found, not even at the back of his pack. So, I'm right when I said he's a coward. He literally hid behind his pack and sacrificed them instead of fighting with them. Such a useless alpha who doesn't deserve his position. I closed my eyes and communicated with my pack using my mind which only I can do. "Go back to our palace, I can handle it all alone," I said but before they can even leave, a loud explosion was heard inside the palace and the chaos started. That's when I realized that the explosion came from my mom's room where she's staying right now.

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.

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

A younger wolf mutters, “Hesitation looks like weakness.” The room stills. I turn my head slowly. “Say that again.” He swallows. “I didn’t mean—” “Yes you did.” Marta cuts in quickly. “No one doubts you. But the pack is restless. They see you planted in this town and they don’t understand why.” Jason adds softly, “They’re scared.” I look at him. He doesn’t look away. Marta crosses her arms. “What’s so special about this place? Why are we holding ground here instead of strengthening home?”

I have started a lie too late for the truth now. “The rogue’s numbers have significantly increased, it seems that wolves like the idea of a non-traditional pack”, snarling in disgust he began pacing back and forth. “Apparently his quite handsome and charismatic”. “Father, there is no way The Rogues will ever outnumber our pack” furrowing my brow in confusion. I had never seen my father this nervous about a rival pack, the Red Crescents had always been the largest pack in the southern hemisphere, as one of the five original werewolf packs our bloodline was royal, and the pack was one that garnered respect.