Rogue Protocol Novels & Stories

I told her. “I am really sorry and didn't plan to hurt you intentionally, I will go for now because I know you are angry and you need time to digest all this” with that she stood up and left too. Rogues: are werewolves that have either been kicked out of their pack or left on their own free will. Rogues don't have a set appearance apart from in their wolf form, they have long fur. They also have a bad odour radiating from their bodies. Rogues can be good or bad. In some cases they are the reason for deaths. And they can return to their pack if they are allowed.

"I don't negotiate with outcasts who think they can threaten established packs." "Agreed," James added. "But we need to understand what we're up against. How many rogues has he gathered?" "Our scouts estimate at least two hundred," Kade said, speaking for the first time. His voice was professional, controlled. "Possibly more. They're camped in the disputed territory between our packs, using the abandoned mine system for shelter." "Two hundred against our combined forces?" Chen stroked his beard thoughtfully. "We should have the advantage in numbers and training. But rogues fight dirty. They have nothing to lose."

My mother closes the mind link and stands next to my father, who checks our invites by the two Crescent Moon warriors. Rogues are wolves who have been banished or rejected from their packs. The majority of rogues are criminals; they have no rules or morals. They attack at the slightest sign of weakness, raping women and killing anyone in their path. In other words, they cause chaos and destruction.

the first rogue said, voice dropping to a whisper, “we know you’re building something different. Stronger. We want in. But we’re cautious. If you reject us, we burn every convoy we find.” Victor’s fingers curled into fists. “You threaten war.” “No,” the rogue said, stepping closer. “We offer a chance at peace - or at least control. But only if you’re willing to play hard.” I folded my arms, weighing the risk. Rogue packs were unpredictable, dangerous - but they held power and secrets the Council feared. “Arrange a meeting,” I said at last, “but know this - we’re not friends. Test us, and you’ll learn what it means to face Nightshade’s fury.”

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.

Their faces spotting a toothy smile. Rogue nodded and dashed out the front door, he took to the heaven and flew at hypersonic speeds. “System, the coordinates to the sovereigns” - System : Westbound, Altitude ;70000 feet, mount fuji. - Rogue nodded seeing those coordinates, he disappeared with a thunderclap, he had a score to settle and he was going to do it regardless of the odds, last time he underestimated them but this time, he wouldn't.

I wasn’t trying to get too close so I stayed where I was. “Human..” He said in a creepy way and ran his tongue over his lips. From what I know, rogues are cursed wolves and they do not have special abilities equivalent to actual wolves but are equally dangerous.. but good thing about them.. you don’t need silver to kill them. “Do you have some?” I asked since he wasn’t saying anything but looking at me like a prey. My heart beat loudly for a moment there but I had to keep my composure and focus.

A rogue. I knew I needed to get away, and quickly. Rogues had no ties to the pack, no scruples when it came to who they harmed. Sometimes, rogues were even rabid, affected by a mad wolf disease that could strip them of their higher functions—even trapping them in their wolf forms for so long that they forgot their humanity entirely. I couldn’t risk an altercation, so I quickly turned, intending to run back toward the house. But I was met with another rogue, this time directly behind me—so close I could feel the heat coming off of its breath.

I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life. I don't know who my parents are. I don't know if they are dead or alive or if they ever wanted me. I don't know anything about where I came from. All I know is that I have been on my own since before I can remember, stealing and lying and fighting just to stay alive. That is what rogues do. We do the dirty work. The illegal work. The work that packs do not want to admit needs doing. In return, we get money, food. A chance to see another day.