Rogue Systems Novels & Stories

“Why don’t you stay with me, eh? I can get you into the pack, at least temporarily, until you get back on your feet. They don’t like rogues, but I can speak with the alpha.” “What’s a rogue?” I asked. “It’s a werewolf without a pack. They smell differently, almost unpleasant. I think they smell that way to warn packed werewolves away from them. Most rogues live in their wolf forms and become more and more feral and savage the longer they stay in that form, so they can be dangerous and unpredictable if you come across them.” “Do I smell like that?” I asked, sitting up and studying him. “Yes, but I’ve gotten used to your smell now. I almost don’t even notice it anymore.”

"Rogues tend to have military or combat experience—that's how they survived alone. And they're used to operating without pack structure, which makes them more flexible in tactical situations." "Doc, can you reach out to your rogue network?" I ask. His voice comes through the comm system. "Already on it. But I should warn you—rogues are unpredictable. They might fight with us or turn on us depending on how things go." "That's a risk we have to take." Jolie straightens her shoulders. "We need numbers. If rogues give us that, we work with them." "I'll put out the call." Doc agrees. "But it'll take time to gather them. Maybe twenty-four hours before we start seeing responses."

“Before I left, rogue camps were sporadic around the country. All over the place. They’ve somehow been able to organize and coordinate. They’ve never been able to do that before. Now their camps are more concentrated and getting bigger. They are moving into the northwest.” The screen shows a map with yellow, red, and green dots of varying sizes. Most of the yellow and red are larger, and in our region. “Th-this is what you’ve been working on for the past three months?” I furrow my brow. “Where did you get all this info?” “The Council’s servers keep track of all registered rogues. I hacked it. Their security is shit.” He waves me off as if it’s nothing. My eyes pop out of my head at his nonch

In any case, she needed to fix it. For rogues, this was not a big deal. Rogues didn’t belong to a pack, so they didn’t communicate via mind-link. They had other ways to exchange information, like phones or they would carefully plan their missions, accounting for various outcomes so each could move independently without exposing others.

By the time I realized that he might be going toward the wrong way, he was already too far gone and there was nothing I could do to stop him at that time since I did not have a better active plan. Okay here is the thing, among the vile creatures that you do not want to cross, rouges topped my list. Apart from being just animals with no human instinct, they were wild and could do anything to get what they wanted. We fight to win and if we don't, we retreat and try again next time. Rogues have no "next time" in their dictionary. They fight until the last animal stands and would do all they can to win. They are wild, rough, and with the first instinct to just "kill".

His fur was dripping wet from the pond I had been about to jump into, and the excitement of my escape vanished when his heavy paw pressed down onto the center of my back, his claws digging into my skin. I groaned from the impact, my ribs protesting as I tried to wiggle free and failed due to the enormous wolf holding me down. A combination of fear and a thrilling kind of excitement that I didn’t quite recognize filled me as he released a low, threatening growl and goosebumps rose along my skin. We rarely had rogues this close to the border, but this was no ordinary rogue. From my brief glimpse of him, I knew I was in trouble before he had collided with me. He was twice the size of any ordina

“The purebloods are getting ready to pounce on you. It’s practical for you to be in a pack than be a rogue.” Lincoln dropped the million-dollar question: “And what do you want from me?” Patrina licked her lips. It was almost like she was nervous. “I can offer you shelter and protection. In exchange... …marry me and by my Alpha.”

Gross, this guy just does not give up. Spinning on my toes, I turn and look the rogue in the eyes. Anger is coursing through me at this point, and I am sure that my eyes are glowing silver. "I told you to get lost," I growl at him. He takes a step back from my growl and he stares at me. "Well, well, well. You don’t smell like a wolf," he says sniffing my hair.

The rogue slumped to the ground, defeated. But it wasn’t over. The first two rogues had recovered and were circling Zero like wolves cornering prey. I could see the raw fury in their movements, the desperation of beasts who knew they were outmatched but refused to back down. They attacked simultaneously, hoping to overwhelm him. Zero didn’t flinch. He met their charge head-on, ducking and weaving with a speed and precision that was almost inhuman. His punches landed with bone-crushing force, each strike deliberate and devastating. Blood spattered across the alley walls, and the rogues’ growls turned into whimpers as Zero systematically dismantled them.

“Then blood will spill before the prophecy intends it to.” ……. In the deepest part of the forest, where the moonlight barely kissed the ground, a figure stood on a high ridge. Eyes glowing molten gold, burning with something fierce… and broken. The rogue alpha. His long coat fluttered in the breeze as he stared down at the distant lights of the city. The scent of Elaina still lingered on the wind—wildflower and power. “She’s awakening…” he murmured, jaw clenched, claws flexing at his sides.