Rogue Reverse Hyper Attachment Novels & Stories

“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.

Its head rolls on the floor, its body hitting the ground with a wet squelch. He turns to me with a grin. "I can't believe this is the first threat we both get after plaguing us with those dreams. A single Rogue with-" Before he can finish, the Rogue on the ground starts to move. To my complete horror, its head starts to reattach to its body, zooming into place as though they're connected by magnets. Soon enough, the Rogue is growling again, its blood flowing back into its body as though in reverse. With its bones cracking, it gets up, and I don't know if it's just my imagination, but it looks bigger than before. It roars at us like nothing happened, and with that, it's attacking again.

I fell to the ground and his body pinned me down. No, no, no. I clawed at him with my wolf claws but that had little to no effect on him. He took control of my hands and pinned them above my head with one of his hands. He put my lower body down with his body. His other hand began to unzip my trousers. I tried to dislodge him but he wouldn't budge. He was a rogue but somehow, his power was that of either an alpha or a beta, the only two forces that could overcome my gamma blood.

Only if she could just catch a break. 🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀 "Those weren't normal rogues Elder Senile, we believe they were rogues from Dead Groove", Xavier spat with anger as Laureffaine held his fist under the table, trying to keep his anger in check. She knew how just the topic of the Rogue Alpha could get him highly upset. Even she didn't like it that these days everything about her revolved around the Rogue Alpha. The Council didn't seem to believe it was the Rogue Alpha either. But from the way they behaved, even Laureffaine could sense their high taste of disgust for the Rogue Alpha.

I could not even tell… Daxtor, the sister I hated, was my mate. “Easy,” Daxtor said carefully. “We don’t know for sure yet. Could’ve been nothing. But with the rogue activity lately… I’m doubling patrols.” I stayed on my knees for another long minute, breathing hard until the worst of the pain eased. My wolf was still raging, but I pushed him back down. When I finally stood up, my legs felt shaky.

A fallen rogue is an individual who has succumbed to negativity and can be extremely hazardous. Their putrid odor is not only lethal, but they also resemble a zombie with no signs of sanity. It is nearly impossible to approach them, except for a genuine companion who can pierce through the darkness in their heart. A true companion is the only hope that can lead them out of the abyss, no matter how far they have fallen called true mate. “That will be difficult.” Angel sighed before he glance at Mira who gave her a reassuring smile.

And then, to my complete disbelief, it rolled onto its back. "Oh my god," I breathed. "What? What's happening? El—" "It's... it rolled over. Onto its back. Like a dog." "What?" "Its legs are in the air. It's just lying there with its belly up." I watched, transfixed, as it wiggled slightly, rubbing its back against the grass. "Rowan, predators don't do that. That's a vulnerable position. That's..." "Okay, you know what? No. I can't do this." Rowan's voice was sharp with frustration. "I need to see this. Video call. Now."

Flora’s P.O.V I wrapped a bandage around Clay’s abdomen, careful not to tighten the cloth too much so his wounds could heal on their own. I was slowly starting to realize that being a rogue didn’t only mean mental instability, but there were certain physical drawbacks as well. Rogues didn’t heal as fast as any normal wolf would and they also became highly aggressive when injured. Even now, Clay was gritting his teeth together to stop himself from lashing out. I wasn’t worried though. Clay had always had iron control whenever he was with me, but what I was worried about, wasn’t his physical but mental state.

She stumbled upon the solution and smiled. "The only possible way to reverse the bond of a werewolf mate which has been broken, is to join the hands of the two mates together and tie the hands with a new thread, coupled with some magic words which are written hereinafter" Valerie looked up to see the various reaction of everybody and they all had one expression, HOPE. They all hoped that after this spell was said, the bond would be ignited back. Alpha Jaden ordered his soldiers to go in search of a newly made thread and bring it to him. Few hours later, one of the soldiers came back with a newly made thread and handed it over to the Alpha, who in turn handed it over to Valerie. Mason was the