Rogue Remy Novels & Stories

The Rogue with the young daughter. I frown, trying to remember his name. He looks up at the gate with his red eyes bright with hope, but with a dark hint of desperation I didn’t expect to see from him. The butler steps forward to talk to him, but as he does so, the Rogue’s eyes sweep over me and meets mine. His face goes alight with recognition. “Alpha Levi!” I freeze. Gammie and Arthur step in beside me like they’re ready for battle. But the Rogue doesn’t seem to care even though he’s already seen them. He just steps forward and tries to get into the gate like he’s clamoring to get inside.

“Soon.” *** The rogue park, as their pack was fondly called, is just as the name implies. They have been the outcasts of their packs, left to suffer a terrible end in the woods, but fate has managed to bring them together. Of them all, Kane was the largest, standing at 6’3 ft., and his wolf was the largest among them all and feral, so he naturally became the Alpha. To humans, they were known as rogue mafias, one of the deadliest underground movements in the United States, and they specialized in the sale of weapons and arms.

A renewed redness colored her cheeks, but at the same time, a renewed twinge of arousal kindled in her loins. Rommie winked at her. "Remy fancies you, too," he said. "But I had dibs." "Remy?" "My brother. Twins." "Ah," Jaylee said. "Nicknames? Short for Romulus and Remus?" "Not very original," he admitted. "But Mom thought that it suited us." "So he's a werewolf, too?" "Right, though Remy prefers to spend most of his time all the way in wolf-form, while I spend most of mine as a man. I'm sorry if he scared you."

“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 mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

Without thinking, I shifted back to Remy's form and ran as fast as I could. The rogue didn't see me coming because he was too obsessed by the half-naked vamp. Why did she have to show her skin to him? The skin, which was flawless to touch. Remy growled at me, reminding me this was not the right time to be jealous. Me and jealous? Because of her?! Pfft. "Still in denial."He rolled his eyes at me, muttering.

I try to blink my eyes open, but everything is hazy, and so I shut my eyes again and try to fight the wave of nausea I feel coming on. River? Can you hear me? Remy calls out. Yeah, I say. My words sound just as groggy and dragged out as they would if I were actually speaking. Do you need me now? I’d been calling out for a while, but you were still out. No, give me a few more minutes. Okay, but be careful. Thank God Remy isn’t like other wolves, or she would have been in the same condition as me. Groggy and out of it.

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.