Rogue Pack Novels & Stories

" A hushed murmur spread through the room, as the gravity of the situation sank in. Rogue werewolves were individuals who had either been banished or had chosen to live outside the structured hierarchy of packs. They were known for their lawlessness and unpredictability, often causing harm to innocent humans and supernatural beings alike. "We must unite our packs against this common enemy," Alpha Mikhail continued. "I propose a joint effort to eradicate the rogue threat once and for all." Adrian nodded, his eyes narrowing with determination. "I agree. The safety and well-being of our packs are paramount. We cannot let the rogues continue to wreak havoc." Alessia, concerned for the welfare of

People are screaming and running around, some to stop the fires and some to get away from something. And it doesn’t take me long to see what they’re running away from. Smaller black wolves with red eyes and matted fur, their ears perked up and their mouths locked in what looked like a permanent sneer, frothing and dirty. Bones rippling from their dirty coats. Rogues. The Rogues have finally infiltrated the pack and are now attacking. The pack is not new to the concept of Rogues. Because of our location, it’s easy for the Rogues to get into our forests and sometimes steal from our resources there. This is the reason why we always had the strongest borders that no one has passed before.

As allies and friends, we help each other when needed, and today, Michael needed our help. Rogues aren't pleasant to deal with. They are wolves that have either been kicked out or left on their own will. A wolf without a pack is a rogue, and they're dangerous. The longer you remain rogue, the more likely you’ll become wild and feral, and once that happens, you lose yourself and your humanity. The stronger rogues like to band together and attack packs. And today it looked like they chose Michael's pack. Thankfully, we're not far, and within 30 minutes of our arrival, we had his packs secured.

"Useful?" "As you're clearly aware I don't want to control just one pack, I want to control all of them," Rogue said as if he was pointing out the most obvious thing in the world. "And your pack has lived up to it's frightening reputation, so I'm going to use you to take control over more packs. I was hoping to start with a friend of yours. Alpha Janson?" "W-we spoke to him! You-" "Relax, little sister," Rogue chuckled. "They surrendered, but there's a pack to the east. Quite a large pack, bad morals however. I believe one of your pack members used to belong to that pack, before he was kicked out."

He sighed. Rogues are werewolves who, from the loss of their mates or rejecting a pack, have gone feral and can't shift back into their human anymore. A pack, the Blue Meadows Pack has been trying… they are training their pack members on some psychotherapy that can help rogues to shift back to their human and from what I've heard, it's working. “Is there a rogue pack around?” I asked and he turned to look at me, a frown on his face.

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.

I Arrived at the shadow-core pack’s main driveway, I got a call from Gary Saithe telling me to get my ass over here, Gary is A Vampire -werewolf hybrid known as Alpha to his band of misfit rogues that he likes to keep as pets, his pack was no laughing stock nor to be taken lightly as all pack leaders feared him but Mostly Feared the rogues that he took in as his own members - they were a different sort of breed, not just one race. But a mixture of good and bad. - I killed the Roaring engine to my black sports car and stepped out of the driver’s side straightening out my matching black suit that fitted around me so well. A lingering scent hung in the passing breeze, I took a deep breath inhal

I knew that I could trust Blake and I should have told him where we were going, but there were still people within the pack who resented me for murdering their Alpha. Actually, they resented me for murdering both their current and future Alpha, but no one had been brave enough to challenge me when I told them I would be leading their pack from now on. I know there were those who are never going to accept me as their Alpha, I had warned them what would happen if I heard them speak out against me though. They would be expelled from the pack and forced to live the life of a rogue. It may seem harsh but given all the changes I have implemented to make the pack a better pack with which people wan

"This is a rogue pack. We run by our own rules here. The rest of our kind have all kicked us out, shunned us from their traditions so here we are." "How do I trust you? I've seen what your kind has done. All those people you've killed." His eyes harden as he stared at me. "Look, we're not the only rogue pack out here. I can tell you that we are not the savage kind. We have killed a few hunters over the past few years but not recently." "It's a lot to take in," I said and he nodded as he stood up. "I'll someone come and bring you food until I'm certain that you won't try to run or harm us," he said before he left the room.

Felix cut in. I scowled at him, " Thank you for your input. Anyway, Living in rogue packs is similar to living in a normal pack, except we didn't have alphas, but leaders. We were treated like dirt by packs. We were always moving from place to place" " Yeah. Sometimes we'd run into other rogue packs and we'd fight for territory..not everytime...just if they're the aggressive kind" Trevor added.