Rogue Systems Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

I said trying to end this call with my mother. I needed to find out what was going on with the sudden random rogue attacks. So far I've heard it was a small number of rogues attacks maybe twenty-plus rogue wolves, From the intel we’ve received, they seem to be excellent fighters. Some alpha’s even think they were being trained, which was unusual. Rogues tend to be mindless bloodlust beast that thrive on the most basic elements of their wolves, which is to hunt and kill everything within sight. So regardless of my mother's confidence, I can't let our ego make it the reason we lose any of our pack members, for being overly cocky. We can't take these attacks for granted and be unprepared.

Daniel, however, didn't hear the explanation I gave Alpha Michael, so he still seems happy with my simple explanation for now. I look over at Alpha Michael and he nods his head, letting me know that he had seen the rogues too. I then let out a short soft huff and then start to take slow steps. I felt the moment we entered rogue territory; we have to be careful. When on our territories we can attack, kill or capture any rogue that passes that boundary with no repercussions however as soon as we step over that boundary and into their territory we have to wait for them to attack first then we are able to defend ourselves.

“Rogue werewolves…” I think my face paled a little as I remember some of the information that we had looked over in the files I retrieved from the S.D.E server. It had explained that there were two types to each species, the normals and the rogues. The normals were less of a threat as the rogues were more on the wild and feral side and only lived to fulfil their more primal instincts. I am brought out of my head as his head snaps to the side. He then hisses again as he adds,

he sighed, “Well, they were criminals…” I mumbled, “Rogues, darlings are not always criminals. My parents were rogue vampires for a while. A rogue is a person who is not in a pack or into society; it does not mean they committed a crime,” he sighed, and I squinted my eyebrows. “Are any of those guys the case?” I asked, and he took a deep breath. “No, two of them attacked a pack and killed several warriors, and the other one robbed a shop and killed the owner,” he said, and I took a deep breath.

I thought to myself wondering about the amount of boldness mixed with craziness he had to have to call himself the Rogue Alpha. Rogues were werewolves that had either been kicked out of their pack or left of their own free will to live on their own in the wild. Usually, rogues run away because they do not like their Alpha or pack. They claim to not want anyone to rule them because they listen to no one. They are in charge of themselves. When rogues meet up with other rogues they either kill them or sometimes stay together and form a mini pack. But if you were to call it a pack they would kill you because they 'don't believe in packs'.

The memories of that night came, gushing like fountain, threatening to overwhelm me. “The feral wolves, Cara, there are the ones that invade other packs” she corrected, looking at me with an unreadable expression. I nodded, I clearly know, by now, that there are two types of rogues, the Feral rogues and the normal rogues. The feral ones are the ones that have already lost the sense of thinking to their animalistic instincts. They are the ones that attack normal small packs and kill everyone, while the normal rogues just room about the great woods, clearly loners or wanderers. After sometimes I continued my story.

The cabin had a plethora of pro-rogue papers, books, and maps, and if Steph’s mother, Maren, was a rogue, and Amaris was involved…. Maybe other rogues knew about it, too. I put Steph behind me as Kellen joined my side. We both bared our teeth but didn’t get confrontational. The last thing we needed was more violence. “What do you want?” I demanded. The rogue was a young man, dark-skinned, dark-eyed. He didn’t look like he meant any harm, but his warning sure as hell wasn’t inviting. “The rogues want you,” he’d said, looking at Steph. Then he’s jerked his chin at me to say, “They’ll kill him to get to you.”

So either somebody within our pack had done this or someone had been on our territory that did not belong here. I see Kali’s nose in the air once more. ‘Rogues’ he states. ‘I can smell rogues. Tell Alpha. Not the ones from our pack either, these are not good ones. Help her Cayd.’ And with that he was pushing me into a shift, my body suddenly revealing itself as Kali’s body retreated.