Rogue The Bat Novels & Stories

Haro throws me the keys, " get in a follow behind our vehicle, we'll take you as far as the highway and you're on your own from there okay, and as we said not a word to a soul about us understood? " " I will guard our secret with my life Haro " " very good, make sure you do that and be back before time runs out on you because if you're somewhere and rogues scent you, they will not hesitate to kill you Beau, and before you ask a rogue is a wolf that does not belong to a pack and being away from the packs destroys their minds, they lose their humanity slowly which makes them very dangerous and you can know a rogue by their scent, they smell like rotting meat "

Krista said with a smile. The nurse stopped and looked at her questioningly. "Are you sure about that? The man who rescued you was the Rogue Alpha, Hayden Taylor. He left the pack because he murdered his father. If he really is your mate, you might want to think long and hard before you accept him. There is no telling what he will do or where he will want you to live. That's not counting the rogue stench that I've heard comes off of him."

I yank the baton out of his hands and toss it into the dark. He stumbles forward, leaving his chest wide open. I reach for his throat, ready to crush it just like the leader. But this rogue is faster than he looks. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a short, curved hunting knife. The blade glows with that same sickening sheen. Pure silver. He doesn't slash wildly at the air. He steps in close and drives the blade straight upward, aiming right for my heart. I twist my torso at the last possible second, throwing my weight to the side.

The soul-satisfying rumble of the motor made me smile as I clicked it into gear and took off down the street. Riding my bike as if I stole it, I zipped in and out of traffic until I reached the open road. The Rogues clubhouse came into view as I rounded the corner. An old abandoned bar had been converted into a clubhouse, the neon sign hung from the roof blinking off and on intermittently, buzzing as it swung in the wind. A veranda wrapped around the front, with tables and mismatched chairs placed haphazardly was a dumping place for bottles and ashtrays.

He felt his vision blurring and his eyes darken around the edge as he crumbled onto the ground, unmoving. The man holding the metal bat pulls it back. He slowly pulls his hoodie away from his face, revealing his blonde hair and his bright smile as he looks down on Mark’s crumbled form on the pavement, “tsk tsk tsk who would have thought that the famous rogue would be such a weakling?”

The Rogue whimpered as he laid on the ground, the brick cracked behind him from the impact, before he went limp. That was two Rogues… But there had been three. I spun around then to see that the final Rogue, a smaller and scrappier one, was hungrily sniffing at Moana. A low, thunderous growl rumbled in my throat as I stalked closer to him. At the same time, a loud lightning strike lit up the sky. The Rogue slowly lifted his head, his dopey eyes shifting back and forth. When he realized that he was the only one left and that his leader was possibly even dead, he quickly turned tail and ran like a coward without even a moment of hesitation.

Janet took a brutal hit, her body crumpling to the ground as she struggled to breathe, and Tiffany lay unconscious on the ground. Just as all hope seemed lost, an eerie silence fell over the forest. The rogues froze, their ears twitching in response to an unseen threat. Suddenly, four large creatures emerged from the shadows. The vampires' bat-like wings unfurled with a loud snap, shielding its body as it swooped towards the rogues. The rogues attempted to fight but were quickly overpowered as the vampires broke limbs with insane speed and began feasting on their blood.

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

She was a hard she-wolf, and she wouldn’t accept the bits and pieces. Anita did ultimately beat Russell and Jack, for that matter. She was alive to go on and do the work they trained her to do. Now on to bigger and better things. _____________________ Here ends The Rogue & The Rose. Don’t miss out on the story. Look up Klaira Blains for other titles belonging to the Black River Pack and Big City Wolves Series. I hope you enjoyed this and my other novels here only on GoodNovel. Love Klaira

“And of course, you don’t want to mark me because you don’t want to take your throne back.” “I don’t know what I want to do yet. I have no support. No army. It’s not that easy.” “What about these rogues Monty spoke about? What is a rogue anyway?” “A rogue is a packless wolf. It’s not that easy. Rogues aren’t warriors. By the time I have them trained and ready for a war, Caspian would know and we’d all be dead. Well, not you and me…we’d only wish we were dead.”