Rogue Reverse Hyper Attachment Novels & Stories

He cracked his knuckles, a subtle but chilling sound that echoed in the confined space. “Three against one? I guest i’m that strong for you to come to me all at once.” he said, his voice low and steady, laced with a confidence that sent shivers down my spine. “But mind you, You’ll regret this,” The first rogue lunged, claws bared and teeth gnashing. Zero sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing the rogue by the wrist and twisting it with a sickening snap. The rogue howled in pain, but Zero didn’t stop. He yanked the rogue forward, slamming his knee into the attacker’s gut before tossing him into a pile of trash bags like he weighed nothing.

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.

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

I slept with rogue, and despite being an alpha, he was still widely known as a rogue. “How dare you! How shameless! I can’t forgive you for doing this to me, Bethany. You allowed yourself to become one of his whores, and it’s the most despicable thing to do for the pack! Starting today, I will strip your status as my heir, and you can leave the pack immediately.”

It squeezed her so hard she could hardly breathe, and as they wrapped around her, twisting, her body also moved and she was now facing the other side, watching the Rogue calmly approach her with earth magic pulsing along its fur. It was hulking as a wolf, and Rhiannon thought she had imagined it the last time in the woods, but now that it was happening again, she was sure....and she froze. The Rogue was smiling. No, it was smirking. A twisted smile that made chills roll down her spine. Could it be that it had a mind of its own? And how on earth was it controlling vines? Rogues are not known to have signatures; they're usually stripped of them by the Moon once they turn wild.

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.

Its movement was unsteady and slow. I jumped out of my hiding spot, rolling away from the rogue as its body slammed into the tree with a loud thud. It hissed, shaking its head to gain his balance, locking eyes with me as I stood. Taking a defensive stance, I was ready to fight the rogue as it crouched again, anger oozing from its eyes for missing me on its first attack. Frustration grew in his eyes at hyper speed. The rogue became increasingly agitated as it salivated. It would do anything to have its meal.

“I just want to tell you that we’re still on the move to tracking down the mastermind or masterminds behind the Rogue attacks.” I frown. “Do you already know that they’re controlled by someone or something that can perform a forbidden branch of magic.” “Yes.” Mom sighs and looks into the distance for a while. “We managed to find that out through the examinations of Arthur’s cuts. They’re not infectious, thank the gods, but it’s definitely something to watch out for, the effect that those Rogue cuts have. For that everyone should be vigilant.” “Okay,” I say, but this whole thing is bringing back my fear. “What do we do for now?”

I need to baby that leg, if I get pushed on it it will give out again and I am at risk if two rogues are over me when fighting. As I continue moving back and forth waiting for them to make the first move, the first rogue runs at me swiping at my front paw. He catches it tearing the skin. As he flies by I catch his neck and slam him to the ground. As the other rogue jumps again on my back, I finish the first rogue off by clawing his stomach; his intestines pour out. He can’t survive that attack and is quickly dying.

Arthur held very still. "Her blood carries properties that do not exist in any pure-wolf lineage I have ever encountered," Harlen said. "The regenerative quality. The antidote effect. The way it responds to the compound of the plague as though it was designed to counter it — specifically and precisely." He picked up his notebook and opened it to a page dense with small handwriting. "There is only one classification that fits what I am seeing." He looked up. "Aurora is a hybrid." The word landed in the room like a stone dropped from a great height.