Rogue Systems นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Rogues are wolves that leave the pack out of choice. They are wolves that no longer want to be in the hierarchy of a pack. Lone wolves don't have a choice. Lone wolves are rejects, people that are kicked out, forced to leave. You can leave out of choice and be a lone wolf, but only if you still have the intention of being in a pack. If you don't... then you're a rogue." "Oh, I never knew that," Indianna said. "But then... how comes Jason is a rogue? My father kicked him out, he didn't have a choice." "Lone wolves can turn rogue," Oscar sighed. "If they've given up hope for a new pack, if they've turned against the pack system... they become a rogue." "So he gave up," Indianna murmured. "He

After his loss, Egon was cast out from the Pack, turning him into a rogue. Everyone believed it to be the end of the beta. For years, no one heard from Egon, and rogue attacks were few to none. Rogues are mindless wolves ruled by their most basic instincts. Their animal half suppresses their human side and is incapable of reasoning. They spend most of their time in their animal form. They lack discipline and are unable to organize themselves without fighting each other. There is always a squabble for territory, food, and power until Egon. Rogue attacks went from rarely happening to occurring every day. At first, they seemed random and small-scale. Everyone ignored them, not seeing the threat

"Rogues are wolves that leave the pack out of choice. They are wolves that no longer want to be in the hierarchy of a pack. Lone wolves don't have a choice. Lone wolves are rejects, people that are kicked out, forced to leave. You can leave out of choice and be a lone wolf, but only if you still have the intention of being in a pack. If you don't... then you're a rogue." "Oh, I never knew that," Indianna said. "But then... how comes Jason is a rogue? My father kicked him out, he didn't have a choice." "Lone wolves can turn rogue," Oscar sighed. "If they've given up hope for a new pack, if they've turned against the pack system... they become a rogue." "So he gave up," Indianna murmured. "He

She had her work cut out for her. He grabbed her by the back of the head and pushed her face into his lap. She got to work, and his attention went back to the two wolves before him. “So, you still do not know where this rogue and his little cronies could be? Why are you still here? I want my daughter back. She has an appointment to make with an out of country wolf. You see her, then capture her and haul her back to me. The wolf that achieves that will get a reward. Now get out of here.” Anita watched his face as his eyes rolled back and his head lulled. He concentrated on what she was doing to him, and he sat there silently. “How did this rogue get to her? I made bloody sure that she didn’t

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.

I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life. I don't know who my parents are. I don't know if they are dead or alive or if they ever wanted me. I don't know anything about where I came from. All I know is that I have been on my own since before I can remember, stealing and lying and fighting just to stay alive. That is what rogues do. We do the dirty work. The illegal work. The work that packs do not want to admit needs doing. In return, we get money, food. A chance to see another day.

The emotions I felt were intense, and my thoughts were all over the place. However, as I walked, something clicked in my mind. If I was going to do something, I had to do it fast. I was the leader of this pack, a rogue leader, and I had to act like one. It was time to be more ruthless and show that we were not to be messed with. "Rogues are outcasts," I muttered to myself. "We steal, we kill. We are ruthless." I felt a sense of satisfaction and power as I said those words.

"If you don't reject him, I'll have to declare him a rogue and banish him from this pack. We don't need him here." "You can't do that father. He is your subject! You can't maltreat your pack members for no reason! That will be outrageous!" I yelled. I couldn't believe my ears. Being declared a rogue was the worst thing that could happen to a werewolf — aside from being rejected. A rogue was an outlaw, one without a pack. He was sent out of his home to roam about the deadly forest alone. Rogues were helpless wolves without the protection of an alpha and they were open to any attack whatsoever

Every other Alpha had been left with no choice but to torture me in order to obtain the information they wanted, but that usually took them at least a month to get anything from me which they could actually use. I had a pretty high pain threshold and could easily go for weeks before anything actually effected my body. I just gave them what they wanted after a month in return they gave me what I needed, which was their full support when the time came. "Why are you rogue?" Jayson asked me. "My pack were slaughtered when I was eighteen. I was happy, just living my life with my family, but that was all taken away from me in one night..." I paused as I brought my head up so that I was looking at

"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,