Rogue Waves Book Novels & Stories

I held my daughter tight on my lap, remembering what mom used to say to my brothers, because of our explosive temperament, this legend seemed to be made specially for me. “The Cherokee elders were worried with one of the boys from the tribe that, for feeling wronged became aggressive. The boy’s grandfather brings the boy to himself and says: “I understand you anger. There’s a terrible battle between the wolves that live inside me. These two wolves are trying to conquer the spirit of all of us. “One is Bad: its teeth are strong like rage, jealously, sadness, self pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, pride, superiority and ego. “The other is Good: his look is strong like joy, hope, serenity,

Such betrayal, but what would you expect from a rogue. Never trust a rogue.

Ignatius grabbed Rafferty’s arm, holding him back from the edge of the cliff. The boat hit the first wave. It went vertical, the bow pointing at the black sky. Julian was a tiny, flailing shape behind the glass. "Look!" Ignatius pointed. A mountain of water—a rogue wave, twenty feet high—rose out of the darkness. It didn't break. It just fell. The boat didn't stand a chance. It didn't capsize; it was erased. The hull snapped like a dry twig. A flash of white foam, the scream of metal, and then nothing. The engine went silent.

DELLA I sat up for hours when Sam I came back to the high packhouse. The other rogues had been friendly so far despite me being a complete stranger. They didn't really care. They treated me as if I was one of their own. Well, it was definitely a warmer welcome than I had gotten with Hunt's pack. No one shot dagger stares at me and everyone mostly kept to themselves. I was in the library room, running my fingers along the thick spines of various volumes of books. I stopped when I came across a book titled: The Fascination With Werewolves.

The tingling sensation I felt in me at that moment , it was the first time I had ever been closed to a man all my life and this man here wasn’t just any man he was my predator but somehow when I got closer to him his presence gives me so much comfort than I had ever felt in my entire life. ****************** Standing right in front of the edge of the mountain , I felt the grin on his cheeks as I saw the mighty kingdom in front of us. “Welcome to the rogue lands princess and be ready and brace yourself up because the worst is yet to come” he tells me as I drive towards the huge city gate.

Aspen asked her after a moment of silence. “Nothing really. Something about supplies and rogues but he didn’t explain much.” Aspen nodded slightly as he thought to himself for a moment. There was a delicate line, he knew, between telling Adira enough information to stop her from asking questions and telling her too much, putting her in danger from people and forces she didn’t even know existed yet. “It’s complicated, Adira. Life for people like us, werewolves that is, it’s not looking good right now. There is a lot of fighting, a lot of dangers we face, and our missions try to ease some of that suffering.”

“But he was touched. The sea claimed him. And now it’s using him.” The cliff edge loomed ahead, the distant sound of waves crashing beneath it like war drums. Lightning crackled on the horizon. Salt-Wake Beach would be buried under the storm within the hour. Clara drew the tome from beneath her coat and flipped it open, pages fluttering wildly in the wind. She knelt, steadying the ancient book with one hand and tracing the spiral symbol etched in its center with the other. The ink shimmered faintly in the low light. It wasn’t just a glyph. It was a map.

I realized it would only take one rogue wave to thrust us against the cliffs instead of safely guiding us to the wooden dock. Suddenly, a massive wave materialized, propelling itself toward us as if summoned by some unseen force. I watched its approach in slow motion, a swell of blue and white rolling across the water. We lurched away from the oncoming wall of water, our instincts kicking in just before it slammed into the boat.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

Desperation drove me toward higher ground, clinging to the faint hope of rescue. However, luck wasn’t on my side. Out of nowhere, a massive wave slammed into me, sweeping me off my feet. I crashed into the sea, the icy water flooding my mouth and throat with its salty sting, leaving me gasping for breath. “Don’t freak out. Just stay calm...” I repeated to myself, clawing for control. I tried to swim away from the jagged rocks, but my belly slammed into one, its sharp edge slicing through me like a knife.