Rogue Romance Novels & Stories

“Discipline is up. Casualties down. He’s making them fight smarter, not just harder. Someone’s guiding that.” “Someone?” I arched a brow. Ronan’s mouth curved. “The reports keep mentioning a woman. Crimson Rogue. Some say she’s his lover, some say his mind. All say she’s worse than him.” “Crimson,” Samuel repeated. “As in blood.” “Her dress was soaked in it,” Abel said. “That’s the story going around. She didn’t scream when her lover died. Just stood in it and took his place.” I sat back. “So the Rogue King grows stronger, and a bloodthirsty strategist sits at his side.”

At first, the grip was minimal, just a clumsy drunk trying to grind against me. But within seconds, the touch turned dark and aggressive. His large, rough palms slid up my stomach, squeezing my boobs tightly, while his hot breath blasted against the back of my neck as he sniffed me like a wild animal. A wave of pure panic crashed over me. He was a fucking rogue. Rogues were unclean wolves, outcasts driven mad by the wild. And the worst part about them? Unclean wolves can smell me no matter what. No matter how hard I tried to suppress my scent, their filthy, broken noses could pierce right through my walls.

I hate that too. “Then stop treating me like one,” I say. His eyes flick to my mouth, then back to my eyes like he is fighting something. His grip tightens around his glass. His shoulders go rigid, like stillness is a choice. “This,” he says quietly, “is why this is dangerous.” I scoff. “Talking is dangerous now?” “Being near you is,” he says, before he can stop himself. I blink. “Excuse me?” He curses under his breath and rubs a hand down his face. “You do not smell like a witch,” he says. “You do not smell like anything I recognize. And my wolf has been loud since you walked in.”

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

Andre, “I don’t know but something big is happening! I can feel it!” Evan, “please just chill, I don’t need this shit today!” I opened the door to the diner and her smell hit me first! The most amazing smell of dark chocolate coffee hit me and almost knocked me backward. The second thing I sensed is she is a rouge! What the hell is happening? How did I walk into the only restaurant that had a fucking rogue working there? I scanned the room until I locked eyes with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. But she was a rogue!

A Rogue. A Rogue is a werewolf without a pack. They often kill any werewolf they encounter; may it be a member of a pack or a similar rogue, like them. They are vicious plunderers. And that same vicious plunderer is right in front of me, deviously smiling. “Others cannot dodge my attack so easily like that. You’re quite good, pup.” He praised me, but I don’t feel good that he did so at all. I’m scared. “W-who are you, Mister?” I tried to sound brave, but aside from stuttering, my voice also cracked.

His fur was dripping wet from the pond I had been about to jump into, and the excitement of my escape vanished when his heavy paw pressed down onto the center of my back, his claws digging into my skin. I groaned from the impact, my ribs protesting as I tried to wiggle free and failed due to the enormous wolf holding me down. A combination of fear and a thrilling kind of excitement that I didn’t quite recognize filled me as he released a low, threatening growl and goosebumps rose along my skin. We rarely had rogues this close to the border, but this was no ordinary rogue. From my brief glimpse of him, I knew I was in trouble before he had collided with me. He was twice the size of any ordina

“I’m glad you like it so far. With every passing day, I’m sure you’ll like it even more. But tomorrow, after your tour with Christianna, I will show you where to take shelter if rogues attack.” “Ok…” I mumbled. “Will you tell me now what rogues are?” “Rogues… Well yeah. Rogues are werewolves who were banished from their Alpha or refused their own pack. At first, they live like plain humans, but when they give in to their wolves and shift, they become feral and lose themselves. They never return to their human forms again. Lost and disorientated, they gather up in little packs of two or three because wolves can’t live alone. Some rogues take simple wolves into their pack just to gain strength

The alpha turned his attention back to me and I nodded. “I, Alison, Queen of the Rogues and Queen of the Black Valley, accept you, Spenser, as my mate.” I grinned when he rolled his eyes at my titles. He was basically unranked at the moment! The alpha looked at him. “I, Spenser, accept you, Alison, Queen of the rogues and Queen of the Black Valley, as my mate.” Spenser winked, making me fight off laughter that was threatening to bubble out.

He sure had his work cut out for him. Any one being a Rogue or a renegade was despised in the werewolf community. There was not much difference between the two terms. The High council branded all those who do not adhere to the laws of the werewolf community as Rogues. It included wolves who got kicked out from their packs or those who decided to leave them on their accords. Renegade, on the other hand, were rogues who like to hurt, use their abilities to kill mindlessly. Ryan happened to be elated when he first spotted his mate, but got frustrated beyond reason when he could not find her for a year. But when he did, it was to find she was the one thing that he despised the most. All his thou