Rogue Remy Novels & Stories

he said, “But this is the Malchian Grove. My home, my territory. You play by my rules only.” I puckered my lips, my eyes going all puppy. “Awwn, poor Mr. Beasty wants respect. “ Then, almost immediately, my tone became caustic. “Well, maybe you should have thought about it before abducting me. I’m never gonna play by your rules. Mark my words.” “It's Mr. Roberto-Macini. Matteo Roberto-Macini,” he said and I rolled my eyes. “You will have to, Miss. Your survival depends on your cooperation.”

I Arrived at the shadow-core pack’s main driveway, I got a call from Gary Saithe telling me to get my ass over here, Gary is A Vampire -werewolf hybrid known as Alpha to his band of misfit rogues that he likes to keep as pets, his pack was no laughing stock nor to be taken lightly as all pack leaders feared him but Mostly Feared the rogues that he took in as his own members - they were a different sort of breed, not just one race. But a mixture of good and bad. - I killed the Roaring engine to my black sports car and stepped out of the driver’s side straightening out my matching black suit that fitted around me so well. A lingering scent hung in the passing breeze, I took a deep breath inhal

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

Liam was so gentle with her, he held her with care and talked to her in a way that made her laugh. Emily loved every inch of it. However, as she talked with Liam, she smelt a dangerous scent around. As an Alpha, Emily could sense danger relating to the wolves. It seemed like a rogue was around. Emily scanned around the bar until she saw a familiar wolf, it was Chief Rouge Jamieson. Jamieson had been a rouge since he was a boy, his family was killed by another clan of wolves and this made him hate wolves very much. He could also be referred to as the wolf hunter, anytime he saw a wolf, he killed them.

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

But Rogan actually sounds nice right now and his eyes seem warm. "Hi, nice to meet you," I say and shake his hand before returning my eyes to Remy. He’s looking at Jae and Rogan with worried eyes, "This is my best friend, Remington Wallace. He's about to leave." "Yeah... we have school tomorrow," he mumbles, but then he forces himself to shake both Rogan and Jae's hands. I can tell Jae squeezes his hand a little too hard because Remy winces and Jae smiles with evil delight, "Nice to meet you, Sir."

The attack no matter how feeble-should be fatal. Ryan wondered, what kind of training this guy had gone through? 'Guess I will have to follow him myself.' He looked out of his window to find the two Rouge's walking around casually with his pack. They mingled with the others just like regular wolves. Most of his pack who knew about their identity kept themselves away from them. Others who did not, thought them as new additions to the pack. He was about to leave for a meeting when something caught his attention. One of his pack's women was striding angrily towards them. It was Georgia, she was the mother of two kids who were in middle school. Ryan swore when he saw her slap hard across the che

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.

Chelsea only wished her memories would clear up and she will remember everything exactly as it happened because in the light of the events , she couldn't help but doubt what if someone wanted her to be prejudiced against her family , from the start ? ********* " Ohho , what is this huh ?" It was midnight and Remus and Rogue were working together regarding the matter of catching Dark mages. Remus was reaching the end of his report of catching two dark mages outside ; the forest of den, trying to sacrifice two little kids , who he and his team rescued , when a little paper butterfly came fluttering through , Rogue's study window , coming to a rest in front of Rogue . Rogue slapped Remus's outs

His gaze following every single movement Jayson made, if I didn't hate him and kind of want him dead, then I probably would have appreciated his protection a little more. "Who says I took them down without any help?" I returned the question without hesitation. "There's not a man out there is stupid enough to help a rogue. They especially wouldn't dare help a rogue who was residing so close to the border of another territory," Jayson replied with confidence. "If that's the case then I guess I took them all down on my own. Me, a week she-wolf who has been living the life of a rogue for ten years, single handedly killed eighty of your best fighters. Men who had been trained from the age of twel