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Guttural wails tore from Bellinor’s throat as his spirit slowly smouldered, becoming brittle and crumpled like an old newspaper, his very essence consumed by the Rogue Deity. Draven opened his eyes and rose, feeling revitalised as power surged within him. Today, he had absorbed not only Bellinor but also a pure little soul; fragile and innocent, though only a lump of growing flesh. His powers grew tenfold. His stolen body twisted into the same man Bellinor had just beheld: the form of his original person, Crustblood the Terrible. He was beyond joy as he felt full control of his stolen vessel. The Rogue Deity is now finally free once more.

It’s been happening for years, and I myself had been a victim along with my mother, who, at the ripe age of 23, when I was seven, did a gruesome death at the hands of Victor Taylor. And I was there, watching it happen, unable to do a thing because she asked me not to get involved and save myself. I was only a helpless child. My story isn’t different from the story of your average rogue. To be a rogue is to suffer endlessly until eventually, you succumb to the forces of nature working against you. It’s the reason why I never changed my status from a rogue. I am a rogue and will always be one. Giving my pack a pretty name won’t change what I am, which is why I prefer to be known as the Rogue A

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.

--- *0:22 – The Trap Springs* The moment I stepped outside, they were there. Ten Iron Fang rogues. Led by the same bastard from Chapter 8. “Did you really think we’d fall for that again, omega?” he sneered. I set the boy down behind me. “Run to the tree line. Don’t stop.” The boy ran. The rogue lunged. I shifted mid-dodge. Silver fur. Sharp claws. No mercy. This time, I didn’t hold back. I killed three before they even got close.

I could feel my wounds starting to heal themselves. As more rogues were destroyed, I started to see the number of rogues dwindle. But before I could feel a sense of celebratory emotion, I saw some movement at the dungeon doors. Before I could reach the rogue, he was through the dungeon door and running. I chased him as my warrior fought him upon entering the dungeon. I was able to help my warrior by taking the rogue off his back in the death position.

Ever felt like the whole world collapsing around you. life was an endless, incomprehensible desert with a far away oasis in between but whenever the throat wanted to quench it's thirst....the oasis became a mirage...a shadow. The one that you can always attach your hope too yet when you try to have it, it moves far away, a betrayal. Hades....that one name was my truth, my reality, my beating heart.... everything. He was my everything. Now that I have finally got my mate, after so much accepted him and trusted him everything again got twisted in a deep web.

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.

"If you don't reject him, I'll have to declare him a rogue and banish him from this pack. We don't need him here." "You can't do that father. He is your subject! You can't maltreat your pack members for no reason! That will be outrageous!" I yelled. I couldn't believe my ears. Being declared a rogue was the worst thing that could happen to a werewolf — aside from being rejected. A rogue was an outlaw, one without a pack. He was sent out of his home to roam about the deadly forest alone. Rogues were helpless wolves without the protection of an alpha and they were open to any attack whatsoever

“Oh. Umm, on a different topic there’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask you. Why don’t you like rogues?” Tyler lets out a large sigh. “Three years ago, there was a large rogue attack on Moonfang. My parents left to go fight, and were killed during the fighting. I was forced to step up and become Alpha at the age of seventeen. I couldn’t even finish high school properly. I had to attend online classes. I also had to attend college virtually. There are so many things that my parents will never get to see. I hate rogues because whenever I see one, I am reminded of what was taken from me.” Tyler falls silent and stares at his plate. “I understand,” I say softly. Tyler looks up quickly. “Rogue

The fact that the perfect stranger is following with sobbing nods, tells me this is not the first dangerous situation she’s been in. Chapter 1.25 How Many Zeros - Rourke