Rogue Scholar Press Novels & Stories

He pulled out a folder, opening it to reveal a copy of my acceptance letter. Aveline took it, confused, and then froze. Briarwood University. Full scholarship. Her eyes widened. She finally realized I had been serious about leaving the country. "Miles may have stumbled on the exam, but back in his sophomore year, he recorded an act of bravery. He saved a girl from jumping into the river. Combine that with good scores during last few years, and he earned an offer from Briarwood University. And Briarwood ranks even higher than Crownridge University."

“Dr. Reign Wilson, Professor of Paranormal and Mystical Arts Historical Studies.” Rose frowned, confused by the title. “I’m sorry I only finished high school. I don’t understand the title.” “Basically, he studies the history of the paranormal and mystical in lore. But as a paranormal creature himself. He has a better understanding than most.” “What, you think he curse my father with something?” “It can’t hurt to find out. If he didn’t, it could be another weapon against you, father.” “Do you think he’ll remember you? Why didn’t he help fight Russell?” Rose sat heavily on the corner of the old desk. “I have so many questions.”

Perhaps your rogue is still out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. END OF BOOK EIGHT

I said trying to make it sound fun and playful. “You youngins these days. Back when I was a young one, yes everything you said was true. But in today’s world being a Rogue isn’t what it used to be. But we do have a few Alphas that come through here. But I will give you space to work and give you safety. But I don’t want whatever drama that is going on in your personal life to affect my business. You hear me?” He said sternly.

I Arrived at the shadow-core pack’s main driveway, I got a call from Gary Saithe telling me to get my ass over here, Gary is A Vampire -werewolf hybrid known as Alpha to his band of misfit rogues that he likes to keep as pets, his pack was no laughing stock nor to be taken lightly as all pack leaders feared him but Mostly Feared the rogues that he took in as his own members - they were a different sort of breed, not just one race. But a mixture of good and bad. - I killed the Roaring engine to my black sports car and stepped out of the driver’s side straightening out my matching black suit that fitted around me so well. A lingering scent hung in the passing breeze, I took a deep breath inhal

Aspen asked her after a moment of silence. “Nothing really. Something about supplies and rogues but he didn’t explain much.” Aspen nodded slightly as he thought to himself for a moment. There was a delicate line, he knew, between telling Adira enough information to stop her from asking questions and telling her too much, putting her in danger from people and forces she didn’t even know existed yet. “It’s complicated, Adira. Life for people like us, werewolves that is, it’s not looking good right now. There is a lot of fighting, a lot of dangers we face, and our missions try to ease some of that suffering.”

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

I scowl at it. If Ragnar thinks I'm going to play his game, then he's grossly mistaken. I make way for the bathroom, but my hand brushes over the shelf, knocking a book down. I'm about to pick it up and toss it back in the shelf when I stop, looking at the open page. An image of a hooded man, dressed in a black coat, swinging a scythe in one hand stares back at me. "The tale of the three wolf packs..." I whisper, reading the caption underneath.