Rogue The Bat Novels & Stories

After that I dig my claws into the first rogue's face and slash out one of its eyes then I slash my claws deep into the second rogue's throat killing the rogue then I turn to the third rogue that was trying to sneak up on me. I lunge at the rogue and I bite into the rouges leg and bite down breaking the leg causing the rouge to howl in pain and while the rouge back away in pain I lunge and bite down on its throat hard until it stops moving then I back away looking around the battlefield I see that most of the rogues have been dealt with but I see one of the rogues probably the leader and flee into the forest.

He snapped that in half, too. “Alpha Leo!” a Rogue’s voice called out, the same one that had said ‘Rory’ wanted him alive. This must be the one in charge. Leo paused and turned towards the voice. “This is ridiculous,” the Rogue said, stepping into the clearing. “You can’t defeat us all like that.” Leo tilted his head and growled a challenge. He was doing pretty good so far! “Okay,” the Rogue corrected, “Maybe you can. But that won’t get your pup back, now will it? She’s not here.”

The trees swayed distorted. The rogue leader's jaws snapped mere inches from my face. I countered with a swipe of my claws, ripping the rogue leader’s ear. The rogue howled, enraged. I seized the opening, delivering a crushing blow. The rogue leader immediately crumpled, defeated. The remaining rogues rushed to me but it was easier for me. My claws singled around, cutting their heads, tails, and ears. The smart ones among them ran with one of their body part missing while the rest stayed to be killed completely.

Terry, who had just tackled another rogue, couldn't help but exclaim in disbelief. "Foolish." The Rogue leader shook his head in disdain, clearly anticipating my defeat. "Roar!" At that moment, I let out a powerful roar and transformed into a towering white wolf. With all my strength concentrated in my legs, I launched myself like a bolt of lightning toward him. The Rogue leader clearly hadn't expected such an aggressive move. His expression shifted to one of shock as his eyes widened. As the Rogue leader's attack came crashing down on me, I swiftly used my front claws to grip the top of his head. Without a moment's hesitation, I sidestepped and viciously bit into his neck.

“Then you can send him mine.” The rogue chuckled darkly. “He knew you would follow.” Of course he did. That was the entire point. Ronan stepped beside me, his own claws gleaming in the dim light. “You talk too much.” The rogue’s grin widened further. “Oh, but we must. The master enjoys games.” Marcus roared. “I don’t.” I moved first.The forest blurred around me as Marcus surged forward. The first rogue barely had time to raise its claws before my hand tore through its throat.

I turn back to the window and stare at the city again. “So he wants humans around,” I say. “He wants streets and cameras and cops and witnesses.” “That limits what he can do,” Mark says. “He cannot fully shift.” “And neither can I,” I say, and my smile is ugly. “He thinks that levels us.” “Does it?” Mark asks. I glance at him. “It makes it more fun.” Another knock comes, and this time I do not answer before the door opens. Lena walks in, tablet in hand, eyes bright in that way that means she has been digging.

I had no problem navigating my way through the dark nights. I knew the moment I crossed my pack’s border I'd become a rogue, unclaimed, unwanted, erased. A name no one spoke. A life no one protected. Out there, the law was simple: rogues are threats. Kill on sight. No questions. I, an alpha female. The daughter of an alpha reduced to nothing more than prey.

We were not meant to be a Luna. ‘The Moon Goddess disagrees,’ she growls, then pulls herself back into my mind. I sigh. I know she wants her mate, but maybe the Moon Goddess made a mistake. How the hell could I ever become a Luna of a pack? I was a rogue. I was a prostitute. Prostitutes only become Lunas in fairy tales and since I live in the real world every fucking day, I have no illusions that I’ll ever have the cushy life of a Luna. Sigrid growls from deep in my mind.

Cora whispered. The battle intensified. Rogues tore into the walls, claws scratching, weapons swinging. Frostbite pack members fought with everything they had, but the rogues were organized, prepared ..... more than I had expected. A rogue slipped past Anton, moving toward where Cora and Hannah huddled. My anger snapped. I launched myself at him, claws out, teeth bared. The rogue didn’t see me coming until it was too late. “Bastard,” I growled, sinking my claws into his shoulder. The sound of ripping metal and flesh was accompanied by his terrified scream.

He circled around me carefully, staying just out of reach of my teeth. "Shift," he commanded. I bared my teeth at him. "I said shift." His voice was harder now. Alpha tone. The kind of voice that was supposed to make wolves obey. My wolf wanted to listen. Every instinct in my body wanted to submit and shift and do whatever this man said. But I was not some pack wolf who had been trained to obey since birth. I was a rogue. I had survived twenty years by not submitting to anyone. And if I shifted now, I would be naked. In front of two strange men. In a dungeon.