Rogue The Bat Novels & Stories

The scenery couldn’t be worst, the gold diggers transform themselves and two others drew knives, coming to us, enraged, by listening Geffrey say: “They are looters, they came to steal your gold, attack them.” Uncle Ronan turns his head back his appearance distorted and howls, transforming himself in a gray scary mortal wolf, going after Geffrey who was running down the road. The bullets whirred everywhere and the gold diggers grouped themselves to attack us. Far away, uncle Quinn enters a knife fight with two gold diggers, hitting them not giving a chance to escape, but the other is able to sink a knife in his thigh. When getting ready for a second blow on uncle Quinn’s ribs, Adam hits him w

In the past, some of their precognition abilities were so inaccurate that their own clients had them slaughtered for poor fortune-telling. Tate tried not to get too distracted by what he was seeing, and focused on capturing the rogues. With an authoritative howl into the sky, he pounced forward and blocked the rogues’ way, stopping them from running any further. The rogues came to an abrupt halt as they whimpered, an express cry for mercy.

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 got down on my knees in front of her and leaned my forehead against hers. “You’re safe now.” I whispered. “It's okay, my love. You survived.” A sob left Sally's lips, so I got up and pulled her into my lap. “They tortured her.” I said while cradling Sally in my arms. “The Midnight Pack usually tries to take advantage of Rogues that come into the territory. If there is someone out there looking for the Rogue, they can have them back. It comes with a price of course, so the Midnight Pack could profit from it.”

“Now, give me that baseball bat and submit or I will make sure that you’ll suffer. I know you tried to help her but you can’t do that. And look at you, all ready for us. I am sure no one will notice you disappearing.” It’s better if we kill them now. Don’t you think so, Second Ebony. ‘He’ll lose four of his people. Noice! Now, let me focus on helping us survive this circus.’ The rogue walked towards me, extending a determined hand, expecting me to just hand him the baseball bat. However, before he got a chance to react, I acted. With a sudden, fluid motion, I twirled the baseball bat and bashed his head again, the wooden end slicing through the air with a faint whoosh.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

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.

Andre, “I don’t know but something big is happening! I can feel it!” Evan, “please just chill, I don’t need this shit today!” I opened the door to the diner and her smell hit me first! The most amazing smell of dark chocolate coffee hit me and almost knocked me backward. The second thing I sensed is she is a rouge! What the hell is happening? How did I walk into the only restaurant that had a fucking rogue working there? I scanned the room until I locked eyes with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. But she was a rogue!

Three figures emerged from behind us—Garron and two of our strongest rogues. I didn’t like the odds. "Attack!" The first rogue lunged, Luke shifted his stance, sidestepping the rogue and whacking it on its neck with the bat. The second rogue rushed at him too but avoided a strike before throwing an arm at Luke but Luke twisted with speed, tossing the rogue into a wall. Garron came next, snarling. Taking Luke by surprise, his shoulder nearly pushed Luke out of the hallway—Luke rushed back, avoiding a punch and whacking Garron on his ribs.

Seven threateningly huge Rogues had walked into the camp and they were walking straight to my warriors. They looked like the seven Rogue leaders I had described before and they radiated strength with their every stride. But they didn’t scare me. Size didn’t matter in the Werewolf games. I looked back at the Chicken Rogue and he was still smiling. “Look.” He directed my gaze back to the seven muscly Rogues. Two of my warriors were dashing towards the Rogues now but then one of the Rogues caught them and within some dreadful seconds, my warriors were thrown stiffly to the ground, blood-stained, bones fractured and maimed.