Rogue Waves Book Novels & Stories

Ryan smashed his way through the Rogues, His presence seemed to attract their attention as most of the rogues gave up climbing, and charged straight to attack him. Ryan growled loudly and attacked head-on, bursting to the side of the wolf, throwing it out of his way, his huge jaws clamping down on the wolf nearby and crushing it in an instant. Another Rogue tried to jump on his back, he turned midway and caught one of its legs a shook his head vigorously, the body of the rogues bounced around like a rag doll before Ryan threw him away. His paws scratched and tore through the flesh of the approaching wolves, one by one. Within minutes, seven of the rogue wolves were dead. Ryan looked around t

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

The boat lurched again, the waves slamming against us harder than ever, and I saw the dark creature rise fully above the surface, its body glistening like wet stone. "Gabe, now!" Ruby's scream was desperate. I turned the wheel with everything I had, forcing the boat to cut through the waves. Sebastian threw himself into the ropes, tightening the sails, pulling the ship in line as the storm raged on. The creature loomed behind us, its massive form surging through the water like a nightmare.

I could feel the energy humming in the air, dark and unnatural, an unwelcome intrusion into our sacred land. Beside me, Oswald barked orders, his voice carrying authority and resolve despite the tension etched into his features. His hand briefly brushed mine, a fleeting but steadying touch. I drew strength from it, pushing aside my fears. The rogues were here, and there would be no turning back. The first wave hit hard. The rogues, eyes gleaming with an unnatural light, were faster and more coordinated than any enemy we’d faced before. Their movements were sharp, their attacks precise, as if they were being guided by an unseen force.

The one who I knew instantly to be the beta was similar to the Alpha, with scars and muscles that littered his body, though he had short Sandy blonde hair with green eyes. The others littered around were much of the same, men of all shapes and sizes, each one different from the last. I had never seen a man before, the only person I had ever known was my mother, and she was far from as muscular or large as those who stood waiting for me to show myself, perhaps so they could kill me. Pack wolves were not known to be merciful towards rogues, not even rogues were merciful to she-wolfs that didn’t belong to a pack, they saw us as vulnerable and easy targets for the taking. Or so mother told me.

The air crackled with otherworldly energy, and the very ground trembled beneath Conard's feet as he pressed forward. Suddenly, a towering wave erupted from the sea, engulfing Conard in its icy embrace. He struggled against its relentless force, but the wave was too powerful, carrying him away from his intended destination. As he was swept through the churning waters, Conard felt a surge of despair wash over him. Had his quest been in vain?

I dropped, heart hammering, watching in stunned silence as the rogues fought like a storm had come alive, and then I saw him. He was bigger than the others, taller, broader, his black coat shining like midnight oil. His eyes, burning red, were locked with the feral that had followed me all this way. The feral lunged. And he met it head-on. They clashed in a brutal, savage strike that shook the ground. The black rogue dodged the feral’s snapping jaws and countered with a brutal swipe of his claws, cutting deep into the creature’s side. Blood splattered the dirt, but the rogue didn’t stop.

Damien drove the rogue down, one knee in its chest, claws at its throat. “Say another word to her,” he growled, “and I will remove your tongue.” The rogue smiled up at him. “You cannot stop a door once it knows her blood.” The journal fluttered in my hand. Pages snapping hard enough to sting. Words appeared. THE HOLLOW CALLS WHAT THE HOUSE WAKES. My mouth went dry. “Damien.” “I’m busy.” “The haunted book has an update.” “Not ideal timing.” “Shockingly, the book did not ask.”

Just as another wave of rogues were unleashed on us our next wave of warriors came to join us, with still more on their way. The rogues were starting to try and pull back. Suddenly, I was surrounded by four bigger rogues. I looked around trying to get a sense of where Sam and Jack were only to see them surrounded as well. Our warriors were distracted fighting their own people. As I took stock of my own wolves, I felt something rip at my back leg. Howling in pain I turn fiercely and rip the rogue’s stomach open with my claws. He slumps over unable to continue.

My razor-sharp claws sliced through his flesh, bone, and muscle, plunging deep into his chest Before he could even scream, my claws locked around his beating heart. With one jerk, I ripped his heart straight out of his chest, tearing his sternum completely open. Warm, dark red blood burst out, spraying across my silver fur and coating the grass. I tossed his heart onto the dirt like a piece of garbage.