Rogue Squadron Novels Novels & Stories

' I could feel Gidian beaming with pride at my remarks. 'Thank you, and I feel the same about you.' I had an important call to carry out to Alpha Kane of the Half Moon Pack in Russia. They had been experiencing problems with rogue attacks. So, I sent four hundred of our toughest warriors to help. Rogues are wolves who don't belong to a pack. They are treacherous and filled with bloodlust. They don't live by the rules and laws of a pack, instead, they kill as they please, both human and supernatural creatures alike.

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.

At the corner of my eye, I could see the woman thanking me but I did not have that time to spare before charging at the next rogue. It was easy to tell a rogue rapport from my men. They were lanky, tattered and they reeked. There was this smell every rogue had, one that screamed betrayal, distrust and hatred. A disgusting scent. My reinforcements joined the battle seconds later, tearing through the herd of rogues. I had killed a handful of them, but my eyes were set on a certain brown furred wolf. The battle ensued until every rogue was dead. The sound of burning buildings and the weeping of women and children filled the air. Occasionally, a building or two would collapse.

The memories turn my blood to an angry lava. I was sent over the edge when Colin disrespected me by asking me to be his Beta. I be a Beta? Never. I was never meant for second place. I down my drink and slam some money on the table. Nolan raises an eyebrow but keeps his mouth shut. I leave quickly, needing to let my wolf out to blow off steam. I shift and let my heavy gray paws carry me to the border. Just as I hoped, a rogue I recruited is waiting for a chance to attack Onyx Moon. The rogues have been attacking Onyx Moon for years, but their attacks increased as more and more rogues joined my plot to overthrow Colin.

Their eyes glowed red, their growls echoing like thunder. “Hold the line!” I roared. Warriors from Moonclaw and the allied packs braced themselves, forming ranks. Shields clanged, claws extended, the air thick with fear and fury. When the rogues finally broke through the fog, the world erupted. The world turned to chaos. Wolves collided midair, snarls and screams echoing through the night. I tore through the first rogue with my claws, silver blood splattering across my armor. They came in waves, relentless, crazed, their numbers impossible to count.

Samson’s house came into view with rogues circling around it. Blaze instantly spotted the six rouges. The rouge positioned himself, ready to attack the Alpha. Blaze smirked at him. He lunged at Blaze, but he quickly dodged it and bit his neck. The rogue whimpered in pain. Blaze bit his neck hard, and he fell on the ground, dead. The other rouges snarled at the Blue Moon pack’s warriors. The beta known as Caleb attacked the rogues with the help of the warriors.

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

Prologue Once upon a time in the dense woods of northern Americas was a fortress unseen by any human eyes. There stood a group of Rogues that stood up and chose to do right by the world and train the wolves of the world in everything important from understanding humans and other races. To learn basic combat strategies. They even helped solidify unity amongst the packs. With over 50 packs spreading around 10 states it was an important job to keep everyone in peace and harmony.

"DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY OBJECTIONS TO BECOMING MEMBERS OF THE MOON FOREST PACK UNDER MY LEADERSHIP AS ALPHA? NOW IS YOUR CHANCE TO CHALLENGE ME FOR MY POSITION BEFORE WE DO INTAKE!" No one said a word. All the rogues from the rest of the borders came to our one spot and kneeled in front of me. I told them the cree and the whole group said it together, cutting their palms into the same iron beer mug we used the first time. After about 15 minutes the intake was complete... Most of the rogues needed hospital treatment. "Dean, I will tell you exactly what I told Anna. ANY betrayal that comes from this new group will not be shown mercy. I will not let my pack be hurt, for ANY reason. We have ALL wo

I replied and flipped my hair. We were all done with our meal and sharing stories by the camp fire when one of the warriors, I think his name was Camie, asked " Luna. What did it feel like to be a rogue?" another warrior nudged him hard " Insensitive much?"" Oh no it's fine. It's fine" I said quickly. They kept quiet, " Well for starters, Rogues live their lives on the run most of the time. But that's more common for those who weren't part of a rogue pack, like me, although I did have one--" "--but she was banished" Felix cut in.