Rogue Squadron Novels Novels & Stories

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

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

He sure had his work cut out for him. Any one being a Rogue or a renegade was despised in the werewolf community. There was not much difference between the two terms. The High council branded all those who do not adhere to the laws of the werewolf community as Rogues. It included wolves who got kicked out from their packs or those who decided to leave them on their accords. Renegade, on the other hand, were rogues who like to hurt, use their abilities to kill mindlessly. Ryan happened to be elated when he first spotted his mate, but got frustrated beyond reason when he could not find her for a year. But when he did, it was to find she was the one thing that he despised the most. All his thou

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

Until one day, amid the ongoing war, in a shocking twist of fate, the Alpha of The Grave Walkers, Hargreaves, fell in love with the only female warrior of the Crimson Cloaks, Ravenhead. For years, they met in secret, expressed how much they hated being a part of all this, and under the stars, the two whispered how much they loved each other. They dreamed of another world where they could be together, of a normal life that they could never achieve. When they found out that Ravenhead was pregnant, both feared for their lives and their unborn child. They eloped—left everything behind and posed as humans in the mortal world, away from everyone. The Carnelian Court and The Grave Walkers, furious

The Demilune Pack's ancient laws decreed that any member who committed a heinous crime, such as betrayal or defiance against the Alpha King, would face banishment from the kingdom, condemned to live as a Rogue in a distant land far away from the sanctuary we once called home. As the firstborn son of Alpha King Avalon, I was offered a chance at redemption, an opportunity to repent and continue my life within the fold of our pack. But, Tania, my spirit could not bear the weight of compromise. I knew deep within my soul that I had to embrace the consequences of my actions, to accept the path of banishment and walk the solitary road of a Rogue.

“More than we thought. Tents. Runners. A central figure. Someone robed.” Rogues did not use robed figures. Rogues used survival. When you saw robes you thought of politics and pawns. When you saw robes you thought of Alphas and bargaining. I could feel Lucian’s spine along my spine. He would not tolerate a plot like that. We moved closer under cover. The ridge dropped, and with each footfall, the air changed. The scent of smoke. The iron tang of blood. Voices in the dark. The low hum of a group organized.

he murmured. “It won’t.” “And if it does?” I held his gaze. “Then we burn the world down together.” A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “Now that sounds like my queen.” By nightfall, Rogues moved with purpose, sharpening weapons, packing supplies, preparing for something none of them had ever done before. This wasnt’t survival, or scavenging but war under a united banner. Maverick approached as I stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching them.

The night stank of smoke and blood. Nova sprinted across the ridge, her dagger slick in her grip, the cold air slicing her lungs. Below, chaos churned in the snow—wolves clashing with rogues, snarls and cries echoing off the frozen pines. But something about this battle was wrong. Rogues weren’t supposed to fight like this. They moved as one. Instead of chaotic charges, they circled the pack lines, flanking, forcing gaps with calculated strikes. It was a strategy, not desperation. It was an army.

To patients. A young warrior, his arm bandaged thickly, stiffened when he saw me. I knelt beside his bed without hesitation. “You fought bravely,” I told him. “But bravery doesn’t mean you heal alone.” His eyes filled, and he nodded. Rogue recently attacked the Red moon pack. He is one of the warriors that fight. By the time I left, exhaustion settled deep into my bones, but it was the satisfying kind. The kind that came from purpose. Damon, the warrior assigned by the elders to accompany me, remained quiet as we returned to the palace. He observed everything, reporting nothing aloud. A watcher. A judge.