Rogue Squadron Novels Novels & Stories

On the southern border, Jack led a contingent of determined warriors against the relentless tide of rogue invaders. The air crackled with tension as snarls and clashes echoed through the dense woods. The moon's glow barely penetrated the thick canopy, creating an ominous backdrop to the chaotic skirmish. As Jack surveyed the battlefield, his keen eyes assessed the rogue tactics. These were not ordinary rogues; their strategic maneuvers hinted at a level of organization unseen in previous encounters. Jack's jaw clenched in determination; the pack needed to adapt swiftly to this unexpected challenge.

Even the insects had fallen silent. Something was wrong. She backed away from the stream, hackles rising along her spine. Her wolf senses screamed danger, but she couldn't pinpoint the threat. Then the wind shifted, bringing with it a scent that made her blood run cold. Rogues. At least three of them, maybe more. The scent was unmistakable—unwashed bodies, madness, and the metallic tang of old blood. Rogues were wolves who'd been cast out of their packs or had chosen to leave, living without the structure and discipline of pack life. Some were harmless loners. But most descended into madness, becoming little more than feral beasts who killed for sport.

one of them snorted. I bit my tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. The air was cold, damp, and carried the metallic scent of blood and smoke. My heartbeat was steady now, not calm, but focused. I needed to think. Needed to understand what was happening. A rogue Alpha. That’s what he had said right? Rogues didn’t have Alphas. They weren’t supposed to. They were wanderers, broken wolves with no loyalty, no structure, no rules. But if they had one now… that meant they were organized and united. That made them dangerous, more dangerous than I had imagined.

Seven threateningly huge Rogues had walked into the camp and they were walking straight to my warriors. They looked like the seven Rogue leaders I had described before and they radiated strength with their every stride. But they didn’t scare me. Size didn’t matter in the Werewolf games. I looked back at the Chicken Rogue and he was still smiling. “Look.” He directed my gaze back to the seven muscly Rogues. Two of my warriors were dashing towards the Rogues now but then one of the Rogues caught them and within some dreadful seconds, my warriors were thrown stiffly to the ground, blood-stained, bones fractured and maimed.

He quickly kissed her before turning to disembowel another warrior. Nox switched between shouting commands at the enemies, forcing them to fall on their own swords or turn against one another, and slaughtering them with blade, claws, and teeth. Succumbing to the tug in my gut, I tore the souls out of several warriors, their flesh rotting before my very eyes. Beneath the undercurrent of stink, there was another pungent scent. One I recognized instantly. “They’ve got rogues!” My words rippled down the bond as a collective roar pierced the air. The ground beneath our feet trembled. A wave of feral rogues poured into the compound, and the chaos increased tenfold.

I turn around and survey the battlefield and I see six rogues attacking Conrad at once four from the front and three from behind and he's strong because of his Alpha blood but he still has his limits the most he could fight at once is four, so I rush towards Conrad and intercept the three that are attacking from behind. The first rogue launches onto my back while the second one bites my leg causing me to yelp in pain and the third one tries to bite my neck, but I shake of the rogue on my back and slash my claws on the face of the second rogue then I jump out of the way of the third rouge. After that I dig my claws into the first rogue's face and slash out one of its eyes then I slash my claw

I have ordered them not to attack unless necessary and do not kill always bring the rogues as prisoners Although no one was killed the new recruits were injured and so were my trusted Gammas Conner and Trent who obviously gave it all to protect the new inexperienced kids . "I will be sending the 7th and 12th squadrons for hunting the rogue again this weekend ,I myself also need to learn why this certain pack of rogues in attacking Blood Stone and no other pack; I am going to the pack infirmary ,take over while I am gone okay?"Beta Autumn and Beta Jade puffed up their chests ,not daring to look me in the eye and just nodded sharply before giving a 'YES ALPHA 'scream to my ear .

I moved through the halls like a storm, flanked by my elite unit, adrenaline sharpening my focus to a razor’s edge. We found the first squadron of rogues near the south atrium. Twelve of them, tearing through my men with animalistic precision. The room smelled like blood and fury. I didn’t hesitate. I lunged. My blade sang as it met flesh. One rogue fell—neck split clean. Another ducked, but my elbow cracked into his ribs. Bones snapped like dry twigs. I saw Xavier’s markings on them—his code. They fought with discipline now. With fury and skill.

“I totally want my father to be alright too, no matter if someone else gets hurt. And Trevor too. He’s not among the soldiers but he’s on the rescue team. And rogues don’t have a code of honour.” Yes, rogue wolves were known to be ruthless because they had lost everything they once held dear to them. That’s why they didn’t follow normal battle protocol and just went for whoever they wanted to go after no matter if they were submissive, old wolves or children. And they usually went for the kill. “You seem to be handling this better than I am.” I told her as I opened the can of soda and took a thirsty gulp. My hands were clean but there were specks of blood all over my shirt. Blood from the me

Former Lycan Court warriors, rogues, anyone who ran when everything fell apart. Only about forty of them were left. All that remained of the fight against the Council. “We need to attack soon,” said Drake, a scarred warrior. “The longer we wait, the stronger the Council gets.” “Attack with what?” Amara, a rogue who had joined recently, replied. “We’ve got forty fighters. The Council has thousands. That’s suicide.” “So we just hide?” Drake snapped. “Let them win?” “We’re not letting them win. We’re surviving.” Amara gestured around the group. “Every one of us is a loose end the Council hasn’t tied up yet. Our existence is proof we’re still fighting back.”