Rogue System Novels & Stories

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

Rig growled, and even though I felt his certainty—and believed him—that wasn’t my point. “It’s not just you, though, Rig. You know that. You have to have the support to gain your full power. That means the hierarchy has to not just be beaten, but overcome. And that means we need more numbers.” Rig scoffed, shaking his head. “What are you guys talking about?” Cara piped up from beside Rig, her expression confused. “The Rogues,” I explained to her. “They’re wolves that stand outside the hierarchy. Self-ruling and—”

We all ultimately decided to be able to change all the plans that we had drawn up and had before. "Can I ask a few questions actually? How is the process of Alpha crowning in an official pack? I mean, we are rogues, choose Alpha based on the power he has. I got to thinking because of that. Is the Alpha lifting system between rogue and other official packs the same or is there something that is different?” Alpha Rogue immediately asked with a tone of voice that was muttering with curiosity there.

I wasn’t trying to get too close so I stayed where I was. “Human..” He said in a creepy way and ran his tongue over his lips. From what I know, rogues are cursed wolves and they do not have special abilities equivalent to actual wolves but are equally dangerous.. but good thing about them.. you don’t need silver to kill them. “Do you have some?” I asked since he wasn’t saying anything but looking at me like a prey. My heart beat loudly for a moment there but I had to keep my composure and focus.

A Rogue. A Rogue is a werewolf without a pack. They often kill any werewolf they encounter; may it be a member of a pack or a similar rogue, like them. They are vicious plunderers. And that same vicious plunderer is right in front of me, deviously smiling. “Others cannot dodge my attack so easily like that. You’re quite good, pup.” He praised me, but I don’t feel good that he did so at all. I’m scared. “W-who are you, Mister?” I tried to sound brave, but aside from stuttering, my voice also cracked.

My mother closes the mind link and stands next to my father, who checks our invites by the two Crescent Moon warriors. Rogues are wolves who have been banished or rejected from their packs. The majority of rogues are criminals; they have no rules or morals. They attack at the slightest sign of weakness, raping women and killing anyone in their path. In other words, they cause chaos and destruction.

“I’m glad you like it so far. With every passing day, I’m sure you’ll like it even more. But tomorrow, after your tour with Christianna, I will show you where to take shelter if rogues attack.” “Ok…” I mumbled. “Will you tell me now what rogues are?” “Rogues… Well yeah. Rogues are werewolves who were banished from their Alpha or refused their own pack. At first, they live like plain humans, but when they give in to their wolves and shift, they become feral and lose themselves. They never return to their human forms again. Lost and disorientated, they gather up in little packs of two or three because wolves can’t live alone. Some rogues take simple wolves into their pack just to gain strength

“Soon.” *** The rogue park, as their pack was fondly called, is just as the name implies. They have been the outcasts of their packs, left to suffer a terrible end in the woods, but fate has managed to bring them together. Of them all, Kane was the largest, standing at 6’3 ft., and his wolf was the largest among them all and feral, so he naturally became the Alpha. To humans, they were known as rogue mafias, one of the deadliest underground movements in the United States, and they specialized in the sale of weapons and arms.

He grinned and charged right into the monsters. He punched, and slaughtered every monster in the dungeon with his barehands, the system everytime he killed a monster registered it's soul inside of his inventory, Rogue knew he had little time and he needed to unlock his powers before he can help Lucifer within a few days. He stopped at the boss and looked at the wraith with a smile, he charged at the dungeon boss and they began to fight it out, Rogue being nimble was always a step ahead and would get several critical punches in on the wraith reducing it's health slowly but steadily till he landed a deadly punch successfully defeating the dungeon boss.

"I'll spend the rest of my life repaying that debt. Don't ask me to stop." Rook lounged against the wall near the door with his permanent smirk back in place. He was officially a pack member now, a status he claimed to find deeply embarrassing. "I'm a rogue," Rook had said when Kellan signed the papers. "You can't just file me into respectability." But he hadn't left. And he hadn't stopped calling Bastian "Big Bast" at every opportunity.