Rogue Waves Book Novels & Stories

another said. “That’s” “Isn’t that” “The rogue” “The rejected mate of Serena” Every word slammed into me like a blow. My parents said the word and went rigid beside me. I felt it instantly, the shift in them, the horror, the disbelief, the dawning realization that something had gone catastrophically wrong. My mother’s fingers tightened painfully around my arm. “This is impossible,” she whispered through clenched teeth. “That rogue should not be here.” I flinched.

It started as a low, ominous vibration through the floorboards, followed by a sudden, violent drop that sent unanchored supply crates smashing into the bulkheads. The Blackwater Sea had opened up. A massive, unnatural tide of rogue waves—each towering like an iron wall of black water—began to hammer the fleet with merciless fury. From the deck above, the shouting of the helmsmen was chaotic, punctuated by the horrific splintering of wood as one of the smaller escort vessels was sheared completely in half by a crushing crest. The flagship pitched violently to the left, throwing the sleeping mercenaries into a cursing, snarling heap against the opposite wall.

“I let him go and you come with me? So I can have a knife in my back the second I turn around?” “I won’t hurt you,” I said. “I swear it.” I took another step forward. He didn’t move. Another step. Beside us, the ocean rolled, waves coming in and out in an endless rhythm that didn’t care if a boy bled in the sand or a man bargained with his life for someone else’s son. The rogue blinked, processing. I was getting closer. Not enough to strike. Not yet. But close enough to see that his hands were shaking worse than before.

I looked at her with a weak smile, “I'm fine. Thanks for asking. And yes, I'm ready.” “Good, let's do this.” She held her hand out and I took it. I could feel the support she was indirectly giving to me. We walked down to the clearing where my tie breaking ceremony would be held first and then we would all migrate towards the hall to start the ceremony of the rogue pack becoming a new and legal pack. I looked around, “ this was it. I can do this.” I said to myself. Jane smiled at me, “let's get this over with.”

azure engulfed the red in his eyes as his hands pushed me into his chest releasing a deep cry. "Persephone, you have to listen to me princess" the red colour trying to overpower the blues. "Papa!" A stray tear escaped his eyes. "You have to run princess, as far as you can " his voice cracked. "Princess" his fingers softly patted my head, soothing my hair in a loving fatherly way. "this door will not able to hold me any longer, run my brave Percy, run sweetheart till you find a black rose." Last thing I saw was that the azure was destroyed by the red.

AUTHOR'S POV Alpha Uriel burst into the room, his expression darkened at the sight before him. Anna was pinned to the ground, her face stained with tears and a beast on top of her. At her cry for help, his wolf doesn't think twice, his body giving way for his wolf to take control with a sudden shout. “Get away from her!” He lunged for the Rogue with the scar. Hitting him heads on. At the impact, Adolf flew back hitting the wall with a soft mewl,

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

he roared, his voice a thunderclap of defiance. The rogue laughed, a low, guttural sound that sent chills down my spine. Its eyes burned with savage delight as it tightened its grip, and I realized with stark clarity that the battle for survival had only just begun. Ralph fought with raw determination, his fists flying in a storm of rage and desperation as he grappled with the rogue. The creature snarled, its teeth flashing menacingly under the dim light of the storm. The night was alive with chaos—the wind roared, and the rain poured down in relentless sheets, soaking us to the bone.

Haro throws me the keys, " get in a follow behind our vehicle, we'll take you as far as the highway and you're on your own from there okay, and as we said not a word to a soul about us understood? " " I will guard our secret with my life Haro " " very good, make sure you do that and be back before time runs out on you because if you're somewhere and rogues scent you, they will not hesitate to kill you Beau, and before you ask a rogue is a wolf that does not belong to a pack and being away from the packs destroys their minds, they lose their humanity slowly which makes them very dangerous and you can know a rogue by their scent, they smell like rotting meat "

Every wave, every gust of wind, reminded me that I was on the path to something important. As the days went by, the open water slowly gave way to a rocky coastline. Jagged cliffs and rough, windswept shores replaced the smooth, endless sea. I navigated carefully, steering clear of dangerous rocks that threatened to break my boat. My heart pounded each time I came close to a sharp outcrop, but I learned to slow down and steer with care.