Rogue Soldier Novels & Stories

Travis arrived at the border and saw the warriors forcefully pinning down the rogue on the ground. He had bulkly physique and a dark disheveled hair. Travis squatted in front of him and harshly cupped his face to get a closer look. The rogue is shooting daggers at him, his dark eyes is telling him that he wanted him dead. "What do you want, rogue?" he asked. Rogues can't be trusted. They are savages and have no emotions at all. They are the ones who succumbed to the bad side. The rogue sneered at him trying to shake the warriors off of him.

Luna’s voice ripped through the trees as the rogue jerked violently, struck,once in the shoulder, once in the ribs, and once just beneath the collarbone. He stumbled, blood spurting from his side. Men emerged from the shadows,armored, cloaked, their faces marked by war paint. Royal soldiers. Her soldiers. “Stand down!” Raya shrieked, spinning toward them. But it was already too late. The rogue collapsed, his massive frame hitting the forest floor with a sickening thud. “Get him!” one of the warriors shouted. Chains were thrown. Netting. A dozen hands latched onto him, dragging the unconscious beast across the moss and mud.

Arriving at the throne room where the rogue soldier was already brought and thrown on the cold floor, I studied him carefully, taking note of his rugged appearance and the scars that crisscrossed his skin. This was no ordinary adversary – he was a seasoned fighter, a worthy opponent who would not be easily broken. “What are you doing in our territory?” I demanded, my voice cold and commanding as I stared him down. “And who sent you?” The rogue remained silent, his lips pressed together in a thin line as he glared defiantly back at me. But I could see a hint of fear in his eyes, the knowledge that he was no match for the might of our pack. “Speak,” I ordered, m

With their struggle, I had mistakenly bashed away my warrior and not the Rogue, sending him crashing to the ground a good distance away from the scene. Oops. With the force of the bash, everyone, including me, escorted the warrior with their gazes to see if he was still alive and when he groaned, we all turned back to Rogue who was still standing, free and dangerous. “My Queen, he’s—” A General attempted to speak but I cut him off with a gesture of my hand. I looked at the Rogue who wasn’t actually a Rogue— but a Reignile warrior. I had noticed the mark underneath his arm— a Canine symbol engravement, which symbolized that he was a Reignile warrior as only Reignile warriors could possess suc

I turned back to the soldier, my mind already racing as we walked toward the pack’s border. “What’s going on?” I demanded as we moved swiftly through the forest. “Rogues,” the soldier replied grimly. “A group of them, about ten or so. They’re acting strange—they aren't attacking outright, but they keep lingering at the edge of the gate. Mumbling things. It’s weird, Alpha. Rogues don’t usually dare to come this close.” They didn’t. Not to our pack. It was unheard of for rogues to come this far. Our reputation alone was enough to keep most threats at bay. The fact that they were here now meant they wanted something—or someone had sent them.

He wore simple clothes, dark pants, a worn jacket, boots that looked like they’d walked too many miles. A rogue. It showed in everything about him, the way he moved, careful and ready for anything. The scars along his arms and neck told stories of fights he’d lived through. The guarded look in his eyes said he’d been broken before and somehow kept going. He’d been through hell. “You're beautiful,” he said softly, his eyes moving over my huge wolf body. “Scary as hell, but still beautiful.” If I could have laughed, I would have. Beautiful? No. I was nothing close to that. I was a monster wearing a pretty disguise.

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

His voice dropped low and thundered; “Run.” The rogue obeyed him without any delay. Villagers arrived seconds later with torches and weapons, but it was already over. In the thick of the fight, just as Paul pinned the second rogue to the ground, something shifted. Their scent hit him; it was rancid, not at all like the bloodthirsty pack that haunted his broken memories. This wasn’t a coordinated assault, and these weren’t soldiers. Their eyes were wild with sickness, their movements erratic and desperate. They were probably outcasts who had kicked out of packs and driven mad by the disease festered in their veins.

Nearby, another warrior unleashed a barrage of elemental attacks, commanding the very earth beneath his paws to strike at the rogues with forceful tremors. In a decisive moment, the warrior delivered a precise strike, incapacitating her rogue adversary. Marcus, utilizing his elemental mastery, created a protective barrier that repelled the rogues attempting to breach their defenses. The scarred rogue, witnessing the faltering morale of his pack, hesitated for a brief moment. Limuel, meanwhile, locked eyes with the rogue, their silent communication conveying a profound understanding of the stakes. The beta's every movement seemed deliberate—a dance between predator and prey. He anticipated th

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.