Rogue Vs Rouge Novels & Stories

One of the rouges muttered. "He is so fast, we won't be able to win," Another rouge said. "We are the one outnumbered, not him," The rouge who spoke out the first time said again. Roy rushed to them and grabbed one of them by the neck. He snapped off his neck and threw him against the others so they they fell to the ground.

I deserve answers," I said. Sean looked over at Stephen, who nodded at him to tell me. "Okay, your parents were not murdered by bears. The policeman that told you that was a Rogue," Sean said "What's a Rogue?" I asked "A Rogue is a wolf without a Pack. They live alone. They normally did something bad to get kicked out of their Pack, like kill someone or betray their Alpha," Sean said "Why would a Rogue tell Jenn and me that our parents were killed in an animal attack?" I asked

My mother closes the mind link and stands next to my father, who checks our invites by the two Crescent Moon warriors. Rogues are wolves who have been banished or rejected from their packs. The majority of rogues are criminals; they have no rules or morals. They attack at the slightest sign of weakness, raping women and killing anyone in their path. In other words, they cause chaos and destruction.

I will do anything to help, even if it means risking my own life too. And so I stepped down from the podium, dagger clutched in my hand and determination gripping my heart, even more firmly than my hand gripped the dagger. When I was a few feet away from the clash, I stopped and observed. It was easy to differentiate a normal wolf from a rogue. While rogues are lanky with careless moves, Werewolves are more muscled with precise moves. In short, the rogue might attack and miss, but when a wolf attacks, it's taking an enemy down.

“That was the invitation he needed, Micheal leading his hu dreads of pawns, surge toward us violently, I have no idea what we are going to do or how we are going to overcome such amount of rouges but I know want thing for sure, none of us is dying tonight, not while we are together, never! With that thought in mind, I waltzed forward with determination, dipping my teeth into the first rouge that came my way. Gliding and avoiding the overwhelming number of bastards coming for me. That is one thing with rouges, they are only violent and would never give up, not until the last one drop dead on the ground but they are not skilled fighters either. There is a reason they are referred to as rouges,

They had been training together for years, and they were now confident that they could defeat any werewolf who stood in their way. The rouges were a different breed of werewolf. They were more savage and bloodthirsty than their northern counterparts. They had been corrupted by dark magic, and they were no longer bound by the laws of the werewolf pack. They were willing to do whatever it took to achieve their goals, even if it meant killing their kind.

The bigger of the two Rogues spoke, licking his lips watching me slowly back up. "I would watch how you speak to our future Queen." Nate said through gritted teeth. He wanted to rip the man’s throat out for even implying he would touch me. "Now, now, little alpha boy, the three of you are no match for us, but if you like to give it a go then come on then." The man taunted, waving them to come fight him. His partner chuckled next to him. They were consider Rogues by the kingdom standards, but not by the goddess. A true Rogue was a lone wolf with no pack that lost his humanity. I could tell these wolves belonged to no pack, but they weren't feral.

Rich black dudes are usually badass I chuckled Me: not all Rogue: so why were they at your tail? Me: I really don't know I shoved my hands into my pockets and looked down Rogue : in the next ten minutes, I think they'd be ketchup and tomatoes, so we'll go ask them some questions Me: what's ketchup and tomatoes got to do with 'em? He smiled Rogue : have I ever told you I really like your accent? Me: you haven't. But you just let me in on it

“Why don’t you stay with me, eh? I can get you into the pack, at least temporarily, until you get back on your feet. They don’t like rogues, but I can speak with the alpha.” “What’s a rogue?” I asked. “It’s a werewolf without a pack. They smell differently, almost unpleasant. I think they smell that way to warn packed werewolves away from them. Most rogues live in their wolf forms and become more and more feral and savage the longer they stay in that form, so they can be dangerous and unpredictable if you come across them.” “Do I smell like that?” I asked, sitting up and studying him. “Yes, but I’ve gotten used to your smell now. I almost don’t even notice it anymore.”

Part of him wanted to turn into a wolf, but he refused. Suddenly, from behind the Rogues, another Rogue appeared. He was different from all the Rogues who had attacked him. His body was more robust and larger. His fur was silver, a very rare color. He didn't look like a Rogue at all. His eyes were also different. Rogue had black-brown eyes, while the new Rogue had orange eyes. This was the first time Lyall had seen those eyes. But the wolf was definitely Rogue, as its scent was strong.