Rogue Systems Novels & Stories

Though his voice seemed serene, I could feel Zarion’s rage when his bass voice reverberated in the corners. “Rogues.” Elliot only said that once. If I’m not mistaken from my grandmother’s childhood stories, rogues are werewolves that have left their pack to live on their own in the wilderness. Rogues typically flee because they dislike their Alpha or pack. They declare that they do not wish to be ruled by anyone else since they listen to no one—never listened to someone. They are in charge of their own lives. When rogues meet up with other rogues, they either kill them or stay together and establish a ‘flock’ of other rogues. But if you use the term pack, they will certainly gut you alive si

Harrison offered. “Thanks, but no thanks. Being rogue suits me if you haven’t noticed. It lets me walk in and out of any pack I need to and makes it easier to blend into things when I’m around humans,” Hayden said. “Let’s go inside so I can talk to Mimi and find out everything she knows.”

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,

"That's... you built an entirely separate infrastructure. Parallel to everything else. Redundant systems that don't touch the main network." Rowan's voice was quiet, almost gentle. "You disrupted Matteo's infrastructure. The Syndicate's official systems, the ones everyone knows about and relies on." He tapped the screen once, accessing something deeper. "But you didn't touch ours." I added softly, meeting the rogue's gaze, "The Kings don't connect to systems we don't control. We learned that lesson a long time ago." The rogue's confidence finally cracked not shattering, but definitely fracturing, small fissures appearing in the professional mask he'd maintained.

This is like a mob visit. "You wish you could handle me. Besides, I don't like weak, frail, and disgusting old men. They don't have enough backbone for a ROGUE like me! " I growl, my grey blue eyes glowing with purple flakes. I yelled through the door. I knew challenging his manhood and telling him I was a rogue knocking on his packhouse door would draw him out. Stupid Alpha.