Rogue Vs Rouge Novels & Stories

he sighed, “Well, they were criminals…” I mumbled, “Rogues, darlings are not always criminals. My parents were rogue vampires for a while. A rogue is a person who is not in a pack or into society; it does not mean they committed a crime,” he sighed, and I squinted my eyebrows. “Are any of those guys the case?” I asked, and he took a deep breath. “No, two of them attacked a pack and killed several warriors, and the other one robbed a shop and killed the owner,” he said, and I took a deep breath.

Perhaps your rogue is still out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. END OF BOOK EIGHT

I got up from my crunched position and proceeded to navigate my way out of the small clan, the red clothing tightly squeezed in my palm. It was like finding a clue really opened my eyes. As we walked through the destroyed valley, I could clearly see that the nature of the destruction looked exactly like how rouges would destroy. They do not have a purpose, they only do what they were assigned to by their leaders, destroyed anything that comes their way. A lot of people would say the only different from a rouge and a werewolf is that the rouges are park-less and roamed the forest with no destination but that was just the basics, there are much more deeper difference between the two similar sp

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

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 hate that too. “Then stop treating me like one,” I say. His eyes flick to my mouth, then back to my eyes like he is fighting something. His grip tightens around his glass. His shoulders go rigid, like stillness is a choice. “This,” he says quietly, “is why this is dangerous.” I scoff. “Talking is dangerous now?” “Being near you is,” he says, before he can stop himself. I blink. “Excuse me?” He curses under his breath and rubs a hand down his face. “You do not smell like a witch,” he says. “You do not smell like anything I recognize. And my wolf has been loud since you walked in.”

Rogue smirked , at least he was worthy to be his rival and not a coward . " What about you then , at least I have some relation with my lady , what about you ? " said Leo as he egged on Rogue grinning triumphantly . He expected Rogue to get annoyed at him but not only did he not got enraged at him trying to cause him trouble , the latter's eyes even flashed with a sadistic glint .

I Arrived at the shadow-core pack’s main driveway, I got a call from Gary Saithe telling me to get my ass over here, Gary is A Vampire -werewolf hybrid known as Alpha to his band of misfit rogues that he likes to keep as pets, his pack was no laughing stock nor to be taken lightly as all pack leaders feared him but Mostly Feared the rogues that he took in as his own members - they were a different sort of breed, not just one race. But a mixture of good and bad. - I killed the Roaring engine to my black sports car and stepped out of the driver’s side straightening out my matching black suit that fitted around me so well. A lingering scent hung in the passing breeze, I took a deep breath inhal

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

It allows Rek the freedom he craves so badly. The guard is shaking his head at me. “You are not meant to leave pack territory, rogue.” He says bluntly, the emphasis and hate, on the word rogue. I frown, hating that term. It makes me sound worthless. Like I am not equal to him. Below him. If only he knew…