Rogue Vampires Novels & Stories

That was when Alyssia and Kristen decided to ask their own questions. "Okay, I didn't ask anything because everything seemed serious. "She turned to Nacen "What or who are rogues.?" "I knew you would like to know. Rogue are werewolves who have gone bad. They only think about killing and bad things. In short, they are bad news." He stated "and these rogue wolves have captured my cousin and his parents. We have to rescue them before its too late. My mother won't let me rest if she finds out that I did nothing to save her brother's family".

I stared at him in even more confusion and blinked my eyes rapidly trying to grasp what he just said when my head start to hurt, the pain started small and it advanced and before I knew it all I could see was black. I was awake again, only this time my head doesn't hurt that much anymore and I remember who I am but I'm not in the same place I was before I blacked out. What is this place? There's blood everywhere, the smell is driving me crazy, I have to leave before I kill someone. I tried to stand up but my legs felt like jelly. I regained my balance and tried to find my way out of this strange place before I turn full vamp. As I went farther away the smell of blood reduced and my urges les

There are a couple of different types of rogues, you have the standard rogue in vampires; they are the ones that lose control of their bloodlust or a werewolf lost to the wild wolf inside. Then you have the forced rogues that are a vampire and werewolves that were either thrown out of their clan or pack or were survivors of raided clans or packs. Forced rogues don't kill. This is why Dominic ended up agreeing to allow Max and his clan back into the territory to see Sebastian and attend the Blood Moon ball. All his clan members are forced rogues, so if they choose to do so, they can re-enter a clan, but it must be their choice.

I knew the werewolf appetite, and we were also lucky to have a fast metabolism that wouldn’t make us the size of an elephant. “You will have a combat fight with the chosen member. Preferably the opposite sex.” I stared at him in disbelief. “What? That’s unfair. I don’t have the training your men have. And they are stronger than me because I am a rogue, obviously.” While waiting for the pancake maker to heat, I cracked some eggs into the bowl. “You want to prove you have a place in my pack? Then fight for that place. Prove it to me and them that you deserve to be here, rogue.”

she screamed at her ashen face, as Alyssa started sobbing. "What is a vampire doing at Mount Verius at this time? It's not hunting hours yet!" Eric mustered up his courage to grab a firewood and lit it up. The blazing torch illuminated their surroundings, blinding them for a second before they started hearing multiple low growls from the woods. "Rogues." Morgan hissed, "Rogues vamps care not for rules. They just fucking turned." "What do you mean rogues?" Lance stammered as he retreated back behind Eric.

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

I said quietly and they nodded in response. Another pair of eyes followed our movements and I could hear the pants and wild heartbeat of the rogues. Well, as long as we stick to my advice nothing will go wrong—“ What. The. Fuck?” Millicent whisper yelled. My eyes followed to what they were all looking at. The sight before us was stomach wrenching and very disturbing. Two rogues feasting on another rogue. Cannibalism. “ What should we do now?” Millicent asked. Nobody had the guts to move as the sight was petrifying beyond anything. In a whisper Felix said to the group, “ We can still get through. But we have to be very careful”.

I cut her words in wonderment as I became interested now, “may I ask if those werewolves are like the wolves? The real wolves, I mean. The wild animals that look for their prey. Are werewolves like those wild animals? Do they have the same kind of pack too? A family that the alpha protects? The rogue you are talking about… that rogue must be really bad, that is why his alpha wanted his death. Alpha leads and secures its members, so if there is a rogue, then… then it means that one is the worst one.” “They are almost the same as the wolves you are referring to,” she gave another smile at me. “Same but different in many ways. Werewolves look like humans but can change into wolf forms while wol

I have gotten into several arguments with him involving shifting when there are other she-wolves around because I don't want them looking at what's mine. Blake, having Alpha blood in his system, can be just as bad at times. Though his growl alone is enough to prevent another male from so much as looking at me when I am out with Blake. He doesn't bother to hide his possessiveness either when another male dares to touch me but, unlike some she-wolves I know, I actually love the possessiveness and knowing that Blake loves me enough to show people while we're out. "There are rogues on the territory," Luca spoke up and something seemed to register in Nicole's mind as she stopped crying and began

I ask, even though I already know the answer. There’s a pause. “We assumed Richard Blackwood.” Of course. Of fucking course. I hang up and slam my phone onto the table. Hard enough that it cracks. Richard. Always Richard. The golden boy. The traitor. The man who took everything from us and still had the nerve to breathe. A hunter and a werewolf. Helena and Richard. A child born from that mess. Disgust crawls up my spine. I start pulling files. Old pack records. Birth certificates that were altered. Dates that don’t line up. Every trail bends back to Arachne. Every single one.