Rogue Protocol Novels & Stories

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

“Rogue lands, Oliver, are erratic. It’s dangerous to get that deep, even with our best troops. If the rogues decide to band together, however—” “They won’t,” I cut in, my voice sharp enough to make him wince. “By nature, rogues are cowards. If the price is right, they will sell their own relatives.” I got up, the chamber quieting as I looked about at the gathered warriors and counselors. “Get the word out. Provide a prize, such as cash, safety, or anything else. I’ll pay any rogue who brings me Anna and Lucas handsomely.” A younger guy, Kael, one of the soldiers, came forward. “What if they don’t comply, Alpha? If they won’t cooperate?”

I challenged him. He said nothing and I knew that I had won this round. We sneaked in a couple of minutes ago and I couldn’t believe that all the rumors had been true—all of it. Organized Rogue packs mostly dabbled in narcotics, prostitution, and gambling. Throughout various packs—in the darkness, the Rogues ran them all with great skill and experience and I surmised that they spread their power to the rest of the other regions using this place as their headquarters. Whatever they majored in were doing better than ever. There were reports that demand for crystalline had skyrocketed. Profit was sky high. And with what little information I had, I knew that they had a percentage of every bit so

She had her work cut out for her. He grabbed her by the back of the head and pushed her face into his lap. She got to work, and his attention went back to the two wolves before him. “So, you still do not know where this rogue and his little cronies could be? Why are you still here? I want my daughter back. She has an appointment to make with an out of country wolf. You see her, then capture her and haul her back to me. The wolf that achieves that will get a reward. Now get out of here.” Anita watched his face as his eyes rolled back and his head lulled. He concentrated on what she was doing to him, and he sat there silently. “How did this rogue get to her? I made bloody sure that she didn’t

Andrea set her fingers in motion and typed a message. The Malchian grove is located at the far west of the werewolf city, Brookehurt—yes, you heard me right. The monster who holds Olivia captive is a wolf—along the West-Central Brookehurt highway. I have video proof, which I'll leave below. This (the scene in the video) took place during the raid that happened a week ago. She pinned the post. Going on to Twitter. She forwarded the exact message, same as the video. Done sending the message, she shut her phone. An ugly smirk appeared on her face.

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

She raised a claw to finish it off when another rogue jumped at her, knocking her off the wolf. Nora whimpered, falling to a side, leaving her ribs bruised and bleeding. Of course, rogues travelled in twos. The new rogue crouched beside the fallen rogue, sniffing it and checking if it was still alive. Nora saw her blood on a couple of fallen leaves and growled, charging at the newcomer. She gave it no breathing space as she took it down, swiping at its neck with renewed energy and anger. When it tried to howl for help, she ripped out its vocal cord and the rogue went still. Returning to the initial one, it was barely alive and struggling to get away.

At least fifty wolves, maybe more. "These are Rogues who wanted out," Dad explained. "Wolves trying to escape bad situations. Abusive Packs. Criminal organizations. Victor protects them here. Gives them a place to heal and restart." I stared at the scene before me. A small child laughed as her mother chased her. An elderly wolf read a book by lamplight. A young couple held hands, whispering to each other. This wasn't what I expected from the terrifying Rogue Alpha. "The Packs think I'm just a criminal," Victor said from behind me. "They're not completely wrong. But this is what I do with the money I make. I give Rogues a choice. A chance."

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