Rogue Soldier Novels & Stories

He paused for a second before smirking like a psycho. "And you my dear are a slave now. This Rogue King's Slave." _____________________________________

His clothes were tattered, boots crusted with blood and dirt, and he reeked of rogue stench. He smelled like death. "A pleasure to meet you," he said smoothly. "Are you the Alpha?" "What?!" I snapped, stepping in front of Lina. "Who the hell are you?!" "No proper welcome? Shame. I'm Jack. People call me the King of Rogues." "The what—?! Stay away!" The soldier lunged at him. Jack didn't even blink. He drew a sword from behind his back with a single fluid motion and sliced the soldier down like it was nothing. One second the guy was charging, the next, he was in a heap on the floor, blood pooling underneath him.

Xavier’s army. My pack was holding the line, but barely. They’d been trained to dominate, not defend. And now they were on the defensive—cornered rats in their own den. I snarled and shoved a soldier out of the way just before a rogue’s blade would’ve clipped his neck. I spun and kicked the rogue back into a pillar. The marble cracked. The rogue didn’t get up. Blood. Roars. The air thick with ash and sweat and betrayal. Then I saw him again.

Draven moved to the front of his line without hesitation, issuing commands in a low rapid voice that sent soldiers peeling off in every direction. I stayed where I stood because there was nowhere else to go and nothing else to do. I watched the border fight play out from twenty meters back with my robe pulled tight around me and my feet cold against the ground. It did not take long. Draven's soldiers were organized and brutal and they moved through the rogues with the practiced efficiency of men who had done this many times before. In less time than I would have expected it was over, the tree line gone quiet and still, and the remaining rogue was dragged forward on his knees by two soldiers

I growled, flinging the mass of my head to crack open a werewolf's skull after it had dug its claws into my thick mat of fur to climb up on my back, shaking the carcass away and turning to beat down another Rogue that flew through the gates. “Soldiers of the first formation! Retreat!” I commanded, maiming and slicing the jet-black misshapen bodies of the Rogues that seemed to multiply as they fell. “Slay the highlanders! Don't leave a spark of life in their eyes!” One of the Rogues shrieked in a shrill drone so that I snapped my head to face him, dropping the rogue I’d been eating to barrel towards him, the horror frozen on his face when I slapped his triangle of head right off his shoulders

He drove me to the borders where the rogues were trying to attack and steal goods from us. Harrison and I climbed down from the car. I saw the soldiers already fighting and trying to keep the rogues out. Blood splashed all over the place. I could hear the clanging of swords, groans, and cries. I walked into the battlefield. I became more enraged when I saw my soldiers lying dead on the floor. A few of my soldiers were already dead, including some rogues. Two of the rogues attacked me at the same time. I spread both arms and grew my claws.

“Lilith isn’t the only one who can call the dead.” The earth shuddered. My stomach lurched as the ground split wider, roots snapping like bones. And then,movement. A figure clawed its way upward. Not flesh. Not fully spirit. A Forsaken soldier, bones blackened, eyes hollow embers. Chains clung to his body, dragging against the earth as he rose. My blood ran cold. “You brought me here to fight him?” My voice cracked. “Alone?” The rogue stood. His golden eyes burned in the dark. “Not alone. With the mark. If you cannot command it, you will be consumed. Better you learn that here than on a battlefield.”

Kael parried a strike, shoved his blade through a rogue’s chest, and snarled, “Didn’t think I needed to!” The clearing erupted into chaos. Horses screamed, soldiers shouted, and the ground became slick with blood. Rogues fought with a desperation that bordered on madness, their attacks relentless. Kael cut through them with precision, but there were too many. He saw one soldier dragged down beneath snapping jaws, another crushed under sheer brute force. The losses piled before his eyes. Atlas moved like a shadow, his daggers flashing in tight arcs, but even he struggled to keep them at bay. “There’s no end to them!”

The soldier commanded with coolness, the silver-edged whip in his hand glinted in the dimming firelight. “I’m already up,” I said raspily. “And for the hundredth time, I'm not a Rogue!” Another soldier entered bearing a whip. Not one, not two, but there are three of them willing to whip me tonight. The other had an iron-edge whip and a normal whip for the third one, the kind of whip you usually use in a horse. “Please. I told you I’m not a Rogue! I’m innocent—I’ve been set up!” My plea was drowned by my sobbing when males with thunderous footsteps suddenly kicked the door open.

I nod to the members of C-Squad who are standing in the room, walking between the windows and the doors, checking to make sure Stellan doesn’t get in. “Did you see anything on the monitors, Alpha?” Since all the elite squad leaders introduced themselves during graduation, I know this is Saber. “Nothing, Saber.” She nods and goes back to monitoring the doors and windows. I go outside, lifting my nose in the air. I spin in a slow circle and, not smelling the packless rogue smell coming from any direction, I strip off my clothes and make my way to the border. I run patrols with the others until dawn when the shift changes again, then I head inside to get some sleep.