Rogue Pack Novels & Stories

She looks a little sad that the fight ended so soon. “Twenty rogues dead. One alive,” Nolan states. “Only minor injuries on our side. Two of our warriors were bit, but they’re already healing.” “I’ve never seen rogues behave like a pack before,” I say. “Lots of packs think rogues aren’t capable of pack life, but that’s just not true,” Paige interjects. “Rogues are still wolves. They will still form a pack, but they won’t be as compassionate as regular wolves. They’ll also be a little more impulsive. However, if rogues are attacking the biggest pack around, then someone is pulling the strings. Rogues would never risk so much unless someone or something has promised them a substantial reward.

I thought to myself wondering about the amount of boldness mixed with craziness he had to have to call himself the Rogue Alpha. Rogues were werewolves that had either been kicked out of their pack or left of their own free will to live on their own in the wild. Usually, rogues run away because they do not like their Alpha or pack. They claim to not want anyone to rule them because they listen to no one. They are in charge of themselves. When rogues meet up with other rogues they either kill them or sometimes stay together and form a mini pack. But if you were to call it a pack they would kill you because they 'don't believe in packs'.

Perhaps your rogue is still out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. END OF BOOK EIGHT

he sighed, “Well, they were criminals…” I mumbled, “Rogues, darlings are not always criminals. My parents were rogue vampires for a while. A rogue is a person who is not in a pack or into society; it does not mean they committed a crime,” he sighed, and I squinted my eyebrows. “Are any of those guys the case?” I asked, and he took a deep breath. “No, two of them attacked a pack and killed several warriors, and the other one robbed a shop and killed the owner,” he said, and I took a deep breath.

However, werewolves and lycans both shift at the age of eighteen. There is one main issue with werewolves that my parents made sure I understood from a young age. Werewolves that live in packs absolutely detest rogue wolves. I do not blame them. There is good reasoning for hating rogues. Rogues usually go insane from the solitude and, more often than not, end up attacking and killing innocent wolves. The group of wolves that killed my parents were rogues. Since then, I have made a habit of going rogue hunting. I take a break from my work and hunt down and kill rogues that have gone insane.

But she just smiled at me excitedly, like she was happy explaining things to me. "That was an intake to the pack. The group that showed up last night were rogues who were beaten and banished by the previous Alpha. They regained their strength and skills and came back to fight him but then they realized they stood no chance. And decided to rejoin the pack to be with their families. " "You aren't worried about betrayal? Or them trying to kill you for leading their pack? " Aaron asked. "No, I told them right from the start that any type of betrayal to me or my people or anyone in this pack will not be taken lightly. Meaning they will die. " My jaw dropped and Aaron just nodded.

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.

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

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken trees branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had their own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had the thoughts of the phantom being a product of a

PROLOGUE The Lycan king's secret kingdom consisted of three main packs. The Shadow Pack: crafters of weapons, strongest of alphas. The Crimson Moon Pack: known for their omega healers and every form of dark sorcery. And the Red Fang Pack: merchants and travellers. Every wolf knew the basics. And there was an immortal Lycan king that wielded a scythe, working in the shadows, making sure the packs coexisted and keeping the wolves from enemies.