Rogue Soldier Novels & Stories

I said before he could leave the room. He slowed to a stop at the door, his hand on the handle on the door. He turned back to me. “Currently I am working as a rogue wolf. I've been banished from the pack until I can bring you and the rest back safely. Any other person you see outside there are hired men that I need to carry out this operation” he said calmly. But I was freaking out inside. Banished? Who could've done this? It doesn't make any sense. It wasn't his fault that this happened.

Gross, this guy just does not give up. Spinning on my toes, I turn and look the rogue in the eyes. Anger is coursing through me at this point, and I am sure that my eyes are glowing silver. "I told you to get lost," I growl at him. He takes a step back from my growl and he stares at me. "Well, well, well. You don’t smell like a wolf," he says sniffing my hair.

Unlike how I found him unconscious and butt naked. "Why did you leave your pack, Peyton?" He questions, eyes never leaving mine. "Stepping foot into this land as an exiled wolf makes you nothing but a rogue. And we do kill rogues, or lock them up because they're never to be trusted." The lines on his forehead are furrowing as he makes this known to me.

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

the more they fought, the more the rogues multiplied. It seemed like they were going to overpower them. They had outnumbered them already, and still, they kept killing more soldiers. The brothers feared for one another. Lesley hoped that none of his brothers would get killed in any of the battles. He noticed that Martin was confused, shocked, and vulnerable. He made it his duty to watch his back. He fought close to Martin to ensure his safety. He attacked whoever tried to attack Martin. As the war progressed, Jeremy was able to catch on of the rogues unarmed. Before the rogue would realise what was going on, Jeremy slit his throat, and he fell flat to the floor. His throat began to pump blo

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.

“I totally want my father to be alright too, no matter if someone else gets hurt. And Trevor too. He’s not among the soldiers but he’s on the rescue team. And rogues don’t have a code of honour.” Yes, rogue wolves were known to be ruthless because they had lost everything they once held dear to them. That’s why they didn’t follow normal battle protocol and just went for whoever they wanted to go after no matter if they were submissive, old wolves or children. And they usually went for the kill. “You seem to be handling this better than I am.” I told her as I opened the can of soda and took a thirsty gulp. My hands were clean but there were specks of blood all over my shirt. Blood from the me

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.

There was a stench, too, a vile mixture of rot and something metallic, something that made it difficult to breathe. “This is the rogue we found near the perimeter,” one of the soldiers announced. “He was acting erratic, and we had to use silver chains to subdue him.” The rogue’s head snapped up, and he snarled, baring elongated, jagged teeth. My heart skipped a beat. There was something… wrong, something off about him. He did not look like a normal rogue wolf. There was an unnatural wildness in his eyes, a madness that felt almost… otherworldly.

I looked to my left and saw Cade moving like a blur of silver and teeth, and Ronan was a few yards away, literally tearing a wolf apart with his bare hands. We had lost quite a few soldiers during the last few skirmishes, so it was just the three of us out here tonight, but we were more than enough to handle this gutter trash. I ducked under a heavy swipe from a rogue and drove my shoulder into its ribs, and I didn't stop until I heard the bone snap and the creature went down in the mud. I was covered in filth and gore, but I felt more alive than I had in weeks, and I looked up just in time to see the commander of these rogues trying to scramble up the ridge.