Rogue Scholar Press Novels & Stories

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

I put what I am doing to the side and gestured for him to take a seat. "Owen, I need to talk to you about something. I do not want you to take offense, but it's about rogues." I nod. Rogues often give packs trouble; somehow, I am an exception. Probably because I attempt to communicate with the wolf packs and live on neutral territory, it probably also helps that they come to my club. "I am not sure what help I can be," I don't associate with many wolves, other than those who work or are members of the club.

Normally, rogues would appear infrequently, but if they were appearing in this manner, it meant there was a chance a mastermind involved in black magic was involved. "How do we deal with this?" Chris demanded, slamming his sheet down on the table. "It is one thing to deal with rogues, another to deal with wendigos, but now you're trying to show us that a dark mage is involved?" "That's right." Travis responded calmly. "If we want to eliminate the rogue issue, then we need to deal with the dark mage." "How do we even go about finding him?" Chris continued, not seeming to be willing to back down. "They're just like fucking humans! How do we find them? "

“Alpha Rex says they're going to fight rogues... Rogue are those bad wolves with red eyes, right? The ones that don’t seem to have much rationality?” “Yes, that’s right.” Mamie nodded, fiddling with a few towels she checked for holes before throwing them in the box she was giving for Daphne. “They are all wolves who were expelled from the pack and abandoned by the moon goddess. They have always been around and will attack any creature that comes near, but they’ve always acted alone...” She stopped and frowned, “I don't know why, but over the years they started to organize, getting bolder and bolder.”

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.

I take a break from my work and hunt down and kill rogues that have gone insane. Unlike most werewolves, I don’t kill all rogues, just the ones that are insane. That is why I said that the werewolf treatment of rogues is a problem. Often, wolves who have gone rogue to escape a bad situation and are seeking shelter, are killed or imprisoned simply because they are rogues. Ugh. This annoys me so much. Innocent people are killed because of herd mentality. Why can’t the pack wolves see that some rogues are not bad?

"So everyone in the pack knows about him?" She nodded. "Yeah. That's part of the reason why they don't appreciate my... creative stories on his species and other mythical creatures. When I saw him, I got intrigued and started trying to find everything I could on vampires. I begged Trevor and the other guys to get me some books from the library of the other rogues territories they raided. They did but most of the books said the same thing. Only one spoke of their abilities." "And what are they?" It wasn't like I didn't know about vampires. My former Alpha spoke of them in passing. He gave just enough information to make sure I wasn't ignorant but not enough to say I was educated and well enli

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

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

We turned towards the group that were cornering us and we faced men holding sickles, knives and axes, challenging us. The first howl to echo on the road was Adam’s, my leader, transforming himself beside me, growling with his open and salivating mouth, in a defensive position, protective. And the second was my own, freed by the proximity to death, thirsty for bathing myself in blood, ready to tear the guts of my enemies. MAGGIE