Rogue Protocol Novels & Stories

*Are you hitting on me Alpha, you know I’m taken,* he joked back. *Well I thought about holding your hand but I don’t want to make anyone jealous,* I said. *We would certainly be the talk of the woods,* he chuckled. Just then, about a mile into the trek, we caught a distinct rogue scent and we all abruptly stopped. Rogues have a unique scent that is hard to explain. They smell like a bunch of things at once. Being in a pack you have your own scent, possibly you carry a bit of your mate. But you smell mostly like yourself. Rogues can lose their unique scent, as a way to throw off enemies and keep them from being easily traced. Their spirit is wild and that’s what they project. So … either Zan

“The rogue we managed to capture said something similar.” Sal's eyes went wide. “You guys captured a rogue? That's sick!” A moment of excitement crossed her gaze before she went serious and cleared her throat. “Okay so back to what I was saying, the rogues are essentially mercenaries sent here by someone from another pack. There was a man in charge of these mercenaries, he goes by the name Grog—” “Grog?” Kaiden said, looking pointedly at Bradford, who also had a similar look of surprise on his face.

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'.

"Preserving game populations ensures sustained prosperity for future generations." The final treaty negotiations included specific clauses about mutual defense against rogue attacks—provisions that took on new urgency given the reported encampments. Alpha Marcus insisted on detailed protocols for information sharing and coordinated responses, much to Giana's visible discomfort. She shifted in her seat each time the rogues were mentioned, her fingers tapping restlessly against her thigh. ***

Eirene's pov Rogue Lands are quite vast and technically speaking. No one can claim ownership on them legally. One can live on them, make a community of their own. But no permanent establishment. However this law didn't stop the rogues from putting their claims on it. Some areas have been known to be under them since centuries and one of such areas is NR 423 , a stretch of 200 kilometres to the north of the Royal province. The area is prohibited and dangerous. The rogues there monsters, who have lost their sanity. And amongst them one such rogue who leads them is he.

Zora was at her side instantly, steadying her. I stepped forward. “As Luna of this kingdom,” I declared clearly, my voice ringing through the hall, “I hereby banish James Corvin from all werewolf Territories.” The air shifted as his pack connection snapped. “His bond to this pack is severed. From this moment onward, he is a rogue.” A collective gasp rippled through the hall. “Take him beyond our borders,” I ordered. “Immediately.” The guards dragged him away. James did not scream this time. He only stared empty, broken, as he was removed.

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

Her strength was absolutely unmatched by the sheer volume of numbers opposing her. A deep premonition settled into her core that her lifeforce would likely dissolve into the dirt of this alley today, but her training dictated she harvest a significant number of their throats before her own light faded from the wilderness. “Fucking bitch! Does your mind truly lack the intelligence to recognize the high house your claws offended? Descend to the underworld pits and request that data from the dark ancient!” the lead rogue spat into the dirt. He flicked his gaze toward the surrounding line of muscle and barked, “Why do your paws hesitate? Advance and shackle her limbs!”