Rogue Protocol Novels & Stories

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.

"I'll get you those ice cream covered in chocolate that you like" " You will? You will?!" " Absolutely", Juliet smiled. " Now wipe the drool off your chin" "I wasn't drooling!", Meghan protested, reaching down to see if she actually had drooled. "I'm kidding. We gotta pick your mom up so we might as well go now. They might be snappy and rude if we're late" Meg scoffed. " You're marrying into the Nickolav family and have connection with the Petrovas, what more backing could you need to ensure that everyone falls at your feet?

Slapping Nick on the back with gusto, “Now let's have a drink to celebrate” Chairs scraped along the floor as they were pushed backwards, whispers lingered in the air as wolves out of earshot began to discuss what they had heard in disbelief. Nick lined up the shot glasses across the bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey, he started pouring, the amber liquid splashing down the side of the glasses. “Rogues, grab a shot” he yelled, raising his glass to the air “To the Alpha of the Red Crescent Rogues”. “HERE HERE” voices sang on in unison. And at that moment, I knew that the voices may have been in unison but the pack was anything but.

Far across the city, in the fog-wrapped forests that bordered the outskirts, a man ran on four limbs—barefoot and shirtless—toward the circle of cabins hidden within the pines. He shifted as he entered the clearing, bones snapping, muscles rearranging until he stood tall again, panting and human. Inside the largest cabin, seated before a roaring fire, was a man with golden eyes. Radiating dominance, power, and age, the Rogue Alpha didn’t move as the scout knelt before him. “She’s attending the gala, Alpha.” The golden-eyed man finally turned his head. His gaze was ancient and dangerous. “Elaina Rivers?” “Yes. She received the invitation this morning.”

He yanked the rogue forward, slamming his knee into the attacker’s gut before tossing him into a pile of trash bags like he weighed nothing. The second rogue hesitated but quickly regained his nerve, charging at Zero with a growl. This one was faster, more calculated, but it didn’t matter. Zero ducked under a wild swing and delivered a brutal uppercut that sent the rogue staggering backward. Without missing a beat, Zero spun and delivered a roundhouse kick to his opponent’s ribs, the crack of bones echoing in the alley.

rogue: Without the clothes Kitten, take the clothes off. I gasped as shake my head, there's no way I'm doing that. Me: That's not happening, I'm not going naked. C.rogue: Then credit my 1500, my picture didn't have any clothes on. He replied and right on spot the app sent me a notification saying I need to make a deposit to C.rogue over the game agreement. What the hell? I thought this was just a private game and has nothing to do with the app.

"If you don't reject him, I'll have to declare him a rogue and banish him from this pack. We don't need him here." "You can't do that father. He is your subject! You can't maltreat your pack members for no reason! That will be outrageous!" I yelled. I couldn't believe my ears. Being declared a rogue was the worst thing that could happen to a werewolf — aside from being rejected. A rogue was an outlaw, one without a pack. He was sent out of his home to roam about the deadly forest alone. Rogues were helpless wolves without the protection of an alpha and they were open to any attack whatsoever

NARRATIVE POV “Gentlemen, I am not sure what the issue is when it clearly states in your lawbook that Alpha challenges are acceptable currency for territory. The territories' Alpha heirs must issue a challenge for it to be considered legal. Rogues are not permitted to do so in established territory. They can attack packs, but not challenge for ownership. As the heir to the Blackfoot Rogues and under section 3.12 of Rogue takeovers, if a challenge is openly presented and the established pack's Alpha loses his issued challenge, that pack legally becomes the sole property of the Alpha or heir of the rogue pack challenged. It is clear as day in your books. Is it cozy on your seats of hypocrisy,

But I promised that I would take her to see her family. Javier drops his defensive stance, responding, “I’m sorry man, it’s just bizarre that you didn’t know..” He looks apologetic. Then explains. “And a Rogue is a wild stray wolf, basically. They don’t have any leader or pack, and most don’t want one. They cause chaos wherever they go and are vicious killers. Ripping people who get in their way to shreds literally! They stank too.” And lil Shawn exclaims, “Yeah, they smell like garbage truck juice!”

However, he pulled out a syringe and started to draw out some wolfsbane to insert into the rogue if we were not happy with his next statement. “Let’s try this again. What does it mean?” I ask again starting to lose my patience. The rogue nervously eyes the needle before saying, “It means they need her to perform some sort of ritual.”. “And?” I ask. “The ritual will ensure the Rogue King will continue on,” he says. “Who the hell is the Rogue King?” I ask him confused as hell. “Nobody knows who the Rogue King is. He gives the orders, but we never meet him. He connects with Kyle, who gives us our orders,” he replies.