Rogue The Bat Novels & Stories

I lost everything then I lost the only person I had left in the world. “And now she is yours. She is your mate now. Things change Logan and you need to at least give it a try. She seems nice and polite.” Flavia had not glanced at Rogue girl even once. She had no idea what Rogue girl looked like. Such pure anger railed through me and I squeezed harder, drawing from Flavia to hold it down. My wolf was clawing at me. Such pure anger poured to my own and made me act out.

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.

Unlike how I found him unconscious and butt naked. "Why did you leave your pack, Peyton?" He questions, eyes never leaving mine. "Stepping foot into this land as an exiled wolf makes you nothing but a rogue. And we do kill rogues, or lock them up because they're never to be trusted." The lines on his forehead are furrowing as he makes this known to me.

However, werewolves and lycans both shift at the age of eighteen. There is one main issue with werewolves that my parents made sure I understood from a young age. Werewolves that live in packs absolutely detest rogue wolves. I do not blame them. There is good reasoning for hating rogues. Rogues usually go insane from the solitude and, more often than not, end up attacking and killing innocent wolves. The group of wolves that killed my parents were rogues. Since then, I have made a habit of going rogue hunting. I take a break from my work and hunt down and kill rogues that have gone insane.

Although he's pretty funny and fun-loving, as the head of the Greek syndicate he's done many more killings than I'd have fucked women during my teenage years. "For a moment I thought we're under attack." Conor rubbed a palm to his face as he sighed loudly. "I had an anxiety attack," Rogue said. "This would have been the first time being attacked on my own property." "I was shocked too. Like who's honed the talent and courage to mess with Bruce Wayne's tech-protected property." Evan joked. I've learned Rogue also goes by the nickname Bruce Wayne because he's exceptionally rich like the character disguised as batman in the show.

Even Silas seemed to deflate, the fight draining out of him under his leader’s withering disapproval. Rogue turned back to me. The glacial eyes held mine. "My apologies, Mr. Reynolds," he said, the words unexpected, delivered with a stark sincerity that threw me more than any threat. "For the… unwelcome reception. And for the threats made against you and your companion. They were unauthorized and unacceptable." He gave a slight, formal nod. "My name is Rogue. I lead the Eagle Brothers. You carved the Crown of Azura. That demands a certain… respect. And a conversation."

“No one moves alone.” The rogues murmured in agreement, some already heading off to carry out his orders. I hesitated. “What can I do?” Damien’s gaze snapped back to me. “You want to fight?” I nodded. “If Luca is coming, then yes.” A few of the rogues exchanged amused glances. One of them—a burly man with a shaved head—chuckled. “You think you can take on an Alpha’s warriors?” I met his gaze head-on. “I think I’d rather die fighting than be dragged back.”

And I release my hold. Shifting to my massive dark furred beast, I get to the first house and break the door as I run through it with my shoulder. In between the smokey house, I spot three rogues, Balthazar's rogues, cackling as they surround an helpless woman. One of them ripping her dress. The first rogue I encounter doesn't have time to react, his back is turned towards me. The moment he turns to face me, no doubt feeling my presence, my jaw locks in on his head, crunching it.

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

, it was more like he was searching deep into my soul. Being in this cage had taken a huge toll on him, I could tell that but that seems to affect him much , he still looked as powerful as told, maybe that was the reason my father put him here all alone. The Rogue Alpha walked away from the window and then approached me,he had a hint of amusement on his face. When he got to where I was he stopped and then placed both his hands on the cage. “You shouldn’t be here princess” the Worlds came out of his mouth and it sounded more like a warning.