Rogue Soldier Novels & Stories

The rogue were approaching her…She could be captured…This was the end of her… She hated it! She hated Chloe, Damien, her parents… But there was no way for her to avenge herself. Her enemies were in the packhouse, toasting wine to each other, laughing; whereas she lied on the icy ground, dying in misery. “—Who is there!” somebody cried from the depth of the woods. “FUCK! It’s the Ever Moon Pack’s soldiers!” one rogue shouted in terror. A group of well-trained soldiers surrounded the area, causing the rogues to scream in panic and flee in all directions.

"You're Fenris's son. Fine. But bloodline doesn't make a leader." "I agree." That surprised him. I could see it in the slight widening of his eyes. "You do?" "I spent twenty-one years as a rogue. I don't know your laws, your customs, your history. I'm learning, but I'm not going to pretend I have all the answers." I looked around the room, meeting each of their eyes in turn. "What I want to know is what you think Silverpine needs." Silence. They'd expected defensiveness, maybe. Not genuine curiosity.

I sounded dreamy but he was not blinking. "Look I am sorry, Mason." I looked at him. He didn't look too happy. "I'll leave here for now," he said with a pained look in his eyes. I watched him stop at the door. His gaze was sharp when he turned to look at me. "I'll give you a few more days to think about it," he was trying to suppress his anger. He was doing a good job at not killing me. I sighed as Mason left. This was the rogue king asking me to rule beside him. Did I really want to defy him? Rogues were known for being ruthless. They bowed to no one and yet here I was in a pack full of them, daring to anger their leader.

Lincoln’s POV What the hell did she mean that I was a rogue? That question lingered in my mind until someone came to get me. He stood tall, and the red of his hair was like the dying embers of a fire. “You,” I began. “I’m Ruby’s brother, Garnett,” he answered like he was bored as the bars slid open. “Move along. We have no time to waste.” The chains on my wrists were opened, and I was tempted to launch myself against this person, to fight him—to get out of here. But something in his stature and the vast sword strapped on his waist made me stop.

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

Xandar countered, “That can’t be it, Greg. In the past, any king or queen who had been dethroned and thrown to the rogues with their loyal followers did not retain their natural scent. And anyone who pledged loyalty to the rogue world through words or actions would inevitably smell like a rogue as well. You're LEADING the rogue world. You should smell like them, not us.” “I’m definitely feeling the love, cousin.” Greg murmured sarcastically but he couldn’t help but agree that his situation was odd. Lucianne pushed her hair back to stop Reida from chewing on it before she explained, “You’ve always served the kingdom, Greg. That’s why you never smelled like a rogue. You were never one. You did

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.

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.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

I was born a rogue, and now I’m about to become a slave. Rogues, if captured, are sold as slaves to the packs. It’s their cruel way of getting back at us for leaving in the first place. If we won’t be a part of their packs as a member, well, then we will be forced to be slaves if captured. It’s cruel, but rogues have no justice in this world. The silver chains burn my wrist and ankles. My inner right forearm stings from the R that has been burned onto it to indicate that I’m now a rogue slave. It will heal, but the silver causes it to heal slowly. I will forever be marked as a slave.