Rogue Romance Novels & Stories

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

Rogue ran to me, ignoring the old man who attempted to push him away. Rogue gently held my hand and pulled me up as his jaws constantly clenched. He looked pissed. I’m afraid he’ll fight with the old man so I tried stopping him by pulling his arm. He ignored me. Instead, he held my hands and intertwined our fingers. My lips parted as my heart raced because of what he did. He dragged my hand with his hand resting between our thighs. My lips pressed, creating a thin line. That simple gesture affects my whole system. “I’m sorry for disturbing you, sir. But you got the wrong person. This woman…” I blinked when Rogue glanced at me and sighed before eyeing the old man again. I gasped. I can’t beli

We might as well get this conversation over with. I still struggled to believe he, or his pack, would accept a wolf rejected by her own pack. In werewolf society, rogues are wolves that have been cast out of a pack. There’s a lot of stigma attached to that status. People assume there must be something wrong with you, or that you did something awful to get banished. But that’s not always the case. Some people were mistreated and had no other choice. The problem is that rogue wolves sometimes turn feral and, out of anger, jealousy, revenge, or desperation, they attack packs. Most packs tend to assume rogues are a threat. I was still worried that my status would be a problem.

The rogues laughed while Aurora felt bile rising up in her stomach and Astraea's anger flared. " You know what you're right. I think it's better this way that...." Astraea said as she stepped forwards towards the Rogue making a seductive face as he drooled as Astraea touch his biceps and traced her fingers towards his shoulder then towards his heart. " That, I rip your heart out" Astraea completed as her hands paused on the place of his heart and the smile disappeared from the rogue face and Astraea's claws elongated digging deeper into his chest. Unable to move Rogue just stared at Astraea's yellow eyes before she pulled his heart out making him fall dead and turn into stone.

I exhaled harshly and put my earbud back in and didn't push play, closing my eyes to Everett frowning at me. I pretended to ignore the two as I sat back and listened to them talk. "Rogue is an extremely attractive man, um, plus an A+ assassin, he might fall in love with her at first glance and we will be out of the running, Everett mumbled upset and Cassian laughed at him.

I replied and flipped my hair. We were all done with our meal and sharing stories by the camp fire when one of the warriors, I think his name was Camie, asked " Luna. What did it feel like to be a rogue?" another warrior nudged him hard " Insensitive much?"" Oh no it's fine. It's fine" I said quickly. They kept quiet, " Well for starters, Rogues live their lives on the run most of the time. But that's more common for those who weren't part of a rogue pack, like me, although I did have one--" "--but she was banished" Felix cut in.

I bit into her neck which was hot and smooth under my teeth, when I promised myself. I will not love you. You are not Elira. You are not my salvation. For the Moon Goddess made Her mistake, and through you I will outsmart her. Sweet, and strange blood filled my mouth and whatever this blood was laced with made a headache explode in my brain for a second—but I ignored it. I licked the spot to close the mark, as I pulled away from her lips. It was done. She was mine. And I would have burned her to the ground before the goddess realises it.

’ He smirked devilishly, and I suddenly had the urge to claw his face. 'Is it him you want?’ I gestured at the Alpha. Blondie hummed and I smirked turning to face the Alpha, he was badly injured and probably wouldn’t even last the night not to talk of fighting thirty rogues on his own. I turned back to face the rogue with the sweetest smile that I could muster. ‘Well, there is a problem gentlemen. The thing is I also want this man.’ The rogues laughter filled the air , ‘I didn’t expect you to be a whore but no worries I’ll take care of you from now on. I’ll fuck you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to get out of bed for days.’ Blondie said.

I lost everything then I lost the only person I had left in the world. “And now she is yours. She is your mate now. Things change Logan and you need to at least give it a try. She seems nice and polite.” Flavia had not glanced at Rogue girl even once. She had no idea what Rogue girl looked like. Such pure anger railed through me and I squeezed harder, drawing from Flavia to hold it down. My wolf was clawing at me. Such pure anger poured to my own and made me act out.

"You look like a rogue right now." I blinked up at him. A small smile touched the corners of my lips for the very first time in hours. It felt strange to smile, like my face had forgotten how to do it. "What does a rogue look like?" I asked. Dom kept his large hand tightly around my waist. He looked down at my face, his eyes softening, like he was examining me. "A rogue has wild, messy hair. Puffy eyes from crying too much. Red skin around the cheeks. The only difference is... a rogue can never be this beautiful."