Rogue Protocol Novels & Stories

Alpha Rogue was seen looking at James with sharp eyes, and the grin that had been on his lips before, has now begun to disappear there. “If you really don't keep the promise you made to all of us rogues… then you will also see your own destruction in this Blood Moon Pack.” After Alpha Rogue said that, the atmosphere between the three of them immediately turned very quiet there. Not only that, even the atmosphere between the three of them also felt extremely tense right now. It wasn't long after that, Alpha Rogue stood up from his sitting position, and was followed by Beta Rogue who also stood right after there. Seeing that, instantly made James look right at Alpha and Beta Rogue with a confu

*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'.

This is like a mob visit. "You wish you could handle me. Besides, I don't like weak, frail, and disgusting old men. They don't have enough backbone for a ROGUE like me! " I growl, my grey blue eyes glowing with purple flakes. I yelled through the door. I knew challenging his manhood and telling him I was a rogue knocking on his packhouse door would draw him out. Stupid Alpha.

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

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

"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. ***

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.

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!”