Rogue Systems Novels & Stories

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.

We scarfed down eggs and bacon as if it were our last meal. On the way home, we’d rolled down the windows to bask in the summer breeze. She hadn’t smoothed down her bangs. Kellen spotted the rogue mark like a heat-seeking missile. “Rogue!” To most Crescent Ridge pack wolves, it was instinct to drive out any rogue, whether it was within territory bounds or a single foot outside them. They were threats to the pack’s safety. They were unlucky. Name the stereotype of misfortune, and rogues were the scapegoats.

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.

Flora’s P.O.V I wrapped a bandage around Clay’s abdomen, careful not to tighten the cloth too much so his wounds could heal on their own. I was slowly starting to realize that being a rogue didn’t only mean mental instability, but there were certain physical drawbacks as well. Rogues didn’t heal as fast as any normal wolf would and they also became highly aggressive when injured. Even now, Clay was gritting his teeth together to stop himself from lashing out. I wasn’t worried though. Clay had always had iron control whenever he was with me, but what I was worried about, wasn’t his physical but mental state.

It turned out the malicious system was a rogue program on the run. It jumped from one world to another, binding itself to people with dark intentions. It would break apart the original couples and livestream the entire process. Feeding off the audience’s negativity to gain power— All to evade capture by the main system.

She raised a claw to finish it off when another rogue jumped at her, knocking her off the wolf. Nora whimpered, falling to a side, leaving her ribs bruised and bleeding. Of course, rogues travelled in twos. The new rogue crouched beside the fallen rogue, sniffing it and checking if it was still alive. Nora saw her blood on a couple of fallen leaves and growled, charging at the newcomer. She gave it no breathing space as she took it down, swiping at its neck with renewed energy and anger. When it tried to howl for help, she ripped out its vocal cord and the rogue went still. Returning to the initial one, it was barely alive and struggling to get away.

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.

"I just wanted to protect the pack. I'll do my best." "That's all any of us can do," I said. "That's all we've ever done." Bastian, who had been quiet for most of the discussion, stood and clasped Kellan's shoulder. "I spent ten years as a rogue because I couldn't stomach packs run by tyrants. Alphas who ruled through fear and force. You were never that, but the system was. What you're building now is better." Kellan looked up at him, and his composure cracked just slightly. "You agree with the change?"

I deserve answers," I said. Sean looked over at Stephen, who nodded at him to tell me. "Okay, your parents were not murdered by bears. The policeman that told you that was a Rogue," Sean said "What's a Rogue?" I asked "A Rogue is a wolf without a Pack. They live alone. They normally did something bad to get kicked out of their Pack, like kill someone or betray their Alpha," Sean said "Why would a Rogue tell Jenn and me that our parents were killed in an animal attack?" I asked

After my speech the council was split into two with fewer alpha willing to help me after weighing down the risk, however even though they were a few they were incredibly mighty with many strong warriors and resources behind them so I didn't have to be worried when the majority left and refused to help. We got together and formed a new strategy that involved infiltration of the rogue lands. Since in technicality rogues didn't even have plans at all or territory but rather they spread across different uninhabited place is like that and would only stay for a certain period of time then they will move around again as though they were trying to spread a disease but considering that their mere exi