Rogue Soldier Novels & Stories

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.

“And this is what my men like to call the battlefield, we train here...but I don’t come around here anymore. Nobody wants to fight me anyway.” “Why?” “It’s nothing...” He reached for the fence, looking out at the men who were scattered across the fields. When he came here, it had been just one big and plain field, but him and his men —the ones who were previously rogues— had reconstructed it.

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she

“The rogue we managed to capture said something similar.” Sal's eyes went wide. “You guys captured a rogue? That's sick!” A moment of excitement crossed her gaze before she went serious and cleared her throat. “Okay so back to what I was saying, the rogues are essentially mercenaries sent here by someone from another pack. There was a man in charge of these mercenaries, he goes by the name Grog—” “Grog?” Kaiden said, looking pointedly at Bradford, who also had a similar look of surprise on his face.

“And of course, you don’t want to mark me because you don’t want to take your throne back.” “I don’t know what I want to do yet. I have no support. No army. It’s not that easy.” “What about these rogues Monty spoke about? What is a rogue anyway?” “A rogue is a packless wolf. It’s not that easy. Rogues aren’t warriors. By the time I have them trained and ready for a war, Caspian would know and we’d all be dead. Well, not you and me…we’d only wish we were dead.”

I said Sternly. I watched one of the rogue soldiers walk away. The other continued staring at me in silence. “What the fuck are you staring at, midget? Quit showing me your ugly face!” I said and chuckled. The rogue soldier frowned at me and slowly unsheathed his sword again. Just then, the first soldier came back. “We can let him in now. He is the Beta to Alpha Tristan.” He said. I shrugged my shoulders and scoffed at them as I was led in.

Mona was convinced this way would ensure the least casualties for everyone and even though she had a point, I really had hoped to fight today. We managed to convince two rogues to move, but the third one wouldn’t shift back to his human form and started growling at us right away. The moment we moved closer, he ran off. I chased after him and shifted. He was fast, but I was faster and I caught up with him, while the rest of my soldiers were busy handling another rogue. It didn’t matter, I could handle one rogue. I grabbed the rogue by it’s paw, slicing through his muscles and threw him against a tree.

The curved blade in my hand caught the rogue's weapon mid swing and redirected it into the dirt. The rogue turned to me with wild yellow eyes. He was bigger than me. Taller. Heavier. His teeth were bared and his breath was hot and rancid. He lunged. I sidestepped and drove my blade across his ribs. He howled and staggered. I did not give him time to recover. I pivoted and slashed again. This time across his chest. He dropped. The wounded soldier stared up at me with wide eyes. "Who are—"

West Wood Pack Southern Border Alpha Prince Zeke stood with a firm gaze, overlooking the pack soldiers who captured about five or so rogues. The soldiers dragged the rogues to the tower. As soon as they saw Alpha Prince Zeke, everyone halted to pay respect. General Gregor faced him, “These are the rogues we found by the river. They were caught stealing our crops the other day and have returned to cause more trouble.” All the rogues were pushed to kneel down with their heads lowered. Four men and one woman, all appearing to look dirty with torn clothes and a strong odor that made anyone see them turn the other way.