Rogue Squadron Novels Novels & Stories

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

The rogue went for Tony’s shoulder, catching flesh and ripping deep. Tony didn’t even slow. He drove his weight forward, slammed the rogue into the ground, and tore through his throat in one brutal motion. Blood sprayed. The scent hit everything. Decker scanned in a heartbeat. Seven rogues. No five now. Two down. Three engaged. Two circling. Flanking. Testing edges. His warriors were spread too thin along the ridge line, trying to contain instead of crush. Decker pushed through the pack link. “Tighten formation. Stop chasing. Hold ground.” A chorus of strained acknowledgment answered him.

“You have twenty minutes to leave this pack or face the consequences rogue!. The gamma of the pack rudely said to me as he kicked me in my stomach. I scream as I feel the pain. But I knew if I keep lying down there, they will carry out their threats and actually harm me. So With the little strength that I have left, I got up and did the only thing a rogue knows how to do. I ran. **** It’s been two days since I have been running non-stop. I was tired both physically, emotionally and mentally. Being a rogue means that you can be attacked or killed by any pack, vampires or hunters or other rogues. Every pack thinks every rogue is bad. That is basically because before you will get banned from yo

I turned my head to find the rogue from last night that had called me cool. "Pardon her, Lady. She always does. She insists on telling and coopting others into telling horror stories that no one could care less about." Beatrice huffed. "They're really interesting prospects in my opinion. It's far better than hearing about boring things like a mate bond and romance." Facing the other ladies, she complained, "'cause that's all you girls talk about!" "And this is why females shouldn't read books," the rogue moved closer to Beatrice. I stepped in between them, giving the rogue a hard stare. Despite the fact that I didn't know Beatrice, I felt offended by what he had just said. "What's your name?

Claws extended, he sprinted toward the fray, the ground trembling under rogue boots pounding the earth. Flames erupted along the ward line, the barrier flickering out like a snuffed candle. Zara's treachery—Torin scented it now, her sly perfume tangled with the invaders' stench. 'Traitorous bitch,' he snarled, leaping over a fallen log. Rogues poured through the gap, two dozen at first, then a flood: scarred brutes in spiked armor, axes swinging, cocks bulging against leather as battle-lust surged. They crashed into the pack's front line, blades clashing, teeth ripping flesh. A beta went down under a rogue's boot, throat torn open in a spray of blood, his body jerking as the attacker pissed

"My group has information about rogue movements in the northern territories. There's something brewing there, a coalition forming under a leader who's smarter than most. They're already putting pressure on the Silverfang Pack's borders, and it's only a matter of time before they start looking at BlackClaw territory." It was plausible enough. Rogue coalitions formed periodically, usually falling apart within months due to internal power struggles, but occasionally persisting long enough to cause real problems for established packs. "And in exchange for this information?" I asked, though I already knew what she would want. "A place in your pack," Sofia said. "Not just for me, but for my closes

It was General Aaron from the Crimson Stone Pack, his presence commanding and formidable. General Aaron had killed many rogues today, far more than usual. He had received information from Alpha Victor about rogues lurking near their territory over the past months. However, he didn’t expect this many. From the usual one to three trespassers, he had already captured and killed about fifteen rogues, and the day wasn’t even over yet. Questions plagued his mind: Where did these rogues come from? Why were there so many of them now? And why did they refuse to talk or listen? They seemed blind and deaf to human words, driven solely by their wolf instincts, attacking with a relentless fury.

For two years, everyone believed I was dead. And maybe, in a way, I was. I disappeared after making one of the most foolish and reckless mistakes of my life. I trusted the wrong man. Jacob Draven. Our uncle. The Rogue King. He was ruthless enough to experiment on Rogues, twisting their bodies and minds until they became ferals—mindless creatures that knew nothing but bloodshed and destruction. And for a while, I unknowingly helped him. By the time I discovered the truth, it was already too late. Kael and Lyra eventually found Jacob, brought his reign of terror to an end, and killed him.

I gave her one stare and hoped it was enough to send her packing but I knew a stare would never deter Elissa from her mission. I turned, my wolf galloping away in anger. He was panting as we ran. My own beta accused me of being feral and maybe I was. I did not mind. If I had to be a rogue to kill them, so be it. They would all pay for what they did to my mother. They would all scream and beg like my sisters and I had. Rogues tore every part of me from inside out and left my mind crumbled. The only thing that brought me back was the need to avenge my family. None of the rogues would be spared. There would be no mercy at all.

Signaling…it was time of war. There was a smell of rottenness in the air filtering in with the purple vapors as the sound of crunching leaves grew, leaving the once peaceful night far behind. The Rogue army tracked towards their targeted goal in drones of angry, blood thirsty bodies. Like an army ants, they were relentless in their conquest to reach their desired destination. I grew nervous because this rogue army was extremely strong, with my special blood running through them. Dr. Ludolf made sure all the rogues were injected with a cocktail of my blood and magic several days ago before he was killed by the Dark Alpha.