Rogue Vampires Novels & Stories

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.

“Is that the reason you remove them from the pack?” Thrumming my fingers on my desk, I made an annoyed grunt and said, “Vaewolf are rogue and don't assimilate to a pack. They follow their own rules and follow their own drum beats. Now enough about them. Go train with the guards and take your pal Nathan, or go to the village bar and have a drink,” I stated. As he stood, he smiled. “So Nathan's cool because he is just a vampire and you don't want to share your good liquor.”

I couldn’t stop staring. The rogue camp was nothing like I expected. It wasn’t cold or strict like Bloodfang, where everyone feared making a single mistake. Here, everything was alive. Messy. Warm. Real. A group of wolves sat by a fire, laughing and passing a bottle around. Near another tent, two women sparred playfully, throwing punches and laughing without anger. Children ran between tents, shouting and chasing each other in a wild game of tag. Children. In a rogue camp.

Leo was shredding every rogue he could lay hands on to pieces but it seems they were more than expected as they keep coming out from the bushes and we're attacking. Valerie was scared as she wished no one to get hurt. Suddenly, she started experience weird feelings in her body and all of a sudden, the world became dark. While the rogues we're attacking, Leo kept fighting, he knew they were much but he was willing to kill them all for the sake of his mate. All of a sudden, a whirlwind blew it's way into the fight and everyone stopped on their tracks and turned to the direction of the whirlwind. Out of the bush appeared Valerie. Leo was dumbfounded, Valerie looked differently, and she was no l

That next morning Turok was taking her to this Michak person "Tell me, what vampire problem did you speak of? I haven't seen a vampire in ten years" "A lowlife group, they're not part of a particular family, we also call them rogues. But the other vampires of more noble families don't want to come sort out their stragglers, so we as the local wolfpack attempt to finish them" "Are they strong?" "Of course, vampires are strong by nature" "I, I don't know if I can face one" "You should learn to, the truth is they like to target us mostly, they... Are addicted to wolfblood"

The mate bond may even be a holdover from this as well. Ty learned about this from his exit sessions talking to Felix. Felix pointed to the first generation of vampires are the only true undead vampires. All other generations should be called Dhampir. Not because they can walk in the day, but because they aren’t as pure. All second generation and greater came from a union between an undead vampire and another from a supernatural species that wasn’t a vampire. The first generation of vampires weren’t actually a viable species as they didn’t possess a single female, as recorded information stated as a fact.

Ravenna Rogues. Werewolves who have been abandoned by their pack or vice versa. Many of them tend to go crazy as they're without a pack nor are they with their leaders. Targets for mercenaries and bounty hunters. The life of a rogue was ruthless. There were only a handful of rogues that were able to survive and withstand a lot of psychological trauma that tend to drive them crazy, an example was Karina's boyfriend, Konnor, but the rest of them went absolutely insane to the point they lost all signs of themselves, turning into beasts. Those were the kind I was facing right now.

Savanna introduces, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. Savanna's words had barely registered in my head but I caught her last words. Pack doctor of the rogues pack?! I gape and my eyes widen in disbelief. The words hit me like a slap. "Wait... I’m in the Rogue Pack?" I ask, my voice trembling. Rogues are supposed to be cruel, merciless, and bloodthirsty vampires, feral wolves who show no mercy, not saviors. I remember I have had my own unfortunate fair share of them these past weeks; I almost died.