Rogue Waves Book Novels & Stories

It’s been happening for years, and I myself had been a victim along with my mother, who, at the ripe age of 23, when I was seven, did a gruesome death at the hands of Victor Taylor. And I was there, watching it happen, unable to do a thing because she asked me not to get involved and save myself. I was only a helpless child. My story isn’t different from the story of your average rogue. To be a rogue is to suffer endlessly until eventually, you succumb to the forces of nature working against you. It’s the reason why I never changed my status from a rogue. I am a rogue and will always be one. Giving my pack a pretty name won’t change what I am, which is why I prefer to be known as the Rogue A

Sal tells me and it makes me now wonder why the Witch in the cave just willingly gave it to me. Just then there was a loud bang, that came from the back of the packhouse, and I turned running off leaving Sal with the book that I had given him. As soon as I came around the back of the packhouse I saw what made the loud bang. The large tent that held the rogues, was now in a pile on the ground, and it had to have been the large poles that held it together that crashed to the ground. Fear then hit me that one of the rogue she wolves or pups could have been in it, and I quickly moved over to it to see if I could hear anyone or movement from within the collapsed structure.

I knew deep within my soul that I had to embrace the consequences of my actions, to accept the path of banishment and walk the solitary road of a Rogue. The decision weighed heavily upon me, for I would be severed from all I had known, from the familiarity of the kingdom and the comfort of my pack. Yet, Tania, in my heart, I found a newfound clarity, a strength that arose from the depths of my convictions. I knew that true honor and integrity lie not in the sheltered embrace of the pack, but in facing the consequences of my choices with unwavering resolve. So, with a heavy heart and an unwavering determination, I declined the offer of redemption. I embraced my fate as a Rogue, ready to roam

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.

The female who smelled like warmth and want and something he couldn't name was inside that structure, and every instinct he possessed screamed at him to go to her. To claim her. The thought rose savage and sudden, and he shook his head, confused by its intensity. Claim? He'd never claimed anything. He was a rogue, a wanderer, a wolf without pack or place or purpose. Claiming was for alphas, for wolves with territory and status and the right to take. But the instinct didn't care about logic. It just wanted. He forced himself to stay still. To watch. To wait. Time passed. He wasn't sure how much — time moved differently when you were hunting, and this felt like hunting, even though he wasn't s

He dashed at Nave and punched him, but like before Nave blocked albeit with difficulty. Rogue quietly started unleashing a barrage of melee attacks which overwhelmed Nave, who tried his best to block and counterattack. Rogue did a feint attack and Nave fell for it, with his guard down Rogue backhanded Nave through Mars, Mercury and Venus bringing him into the sun's orbital area. “This will be your grave righteous bastard.” Rogue said rising his middle finger, His influence over the fundamental forces kicked in and he pulled Neptune along with Jupiter from their orbital area and hurled them at Nave who was stabilizing his balance.

And to prove her point, icicles suddenly began forming above her head, which was the hallmark water magic of a Wavecrest Wolf. Now she was sure. The Rogue had a mind of its own, but what really terrified her was how it was able to use two signatures when each wolf was only blessed with one. It shouldn't be possible! The Rogue stopped right in front of her, its eyes the usual deep blue and pulsing with the greed of hunger and blood. Rhiannon sucked in sharp breath, its head hovering in front of her. It was a bit taller than her and could bite off her head with one move.

“There’s only what’s left after the choosing.” The water hissed, swirling tighter around me, higher now to my waist, to my ribs. Each breath I took tasted of iron. The runes I had carved into the cliffs glowed through the mist, feeding the surge. I lifted my hands, and the waves obeyed. From the center of the sea, a column of water rose, twisting like smoke, its surface flickering with faces wolves, warriors, ghosts of all the drowned who had ever followed me. They whispered in a thousand voices, all mine, all hers.

a splash of thoughts. She didn’t even notice that for how long she walked but until she reached her house, some tears were dried on the cheek, some on neck and some reached her shirt collar and made it wet, giving a cooling effect to her collarbone. All the way after thinking, finally she made a decision. She hoped that her mother would not notice her face. She reached the door but a sound captured her attention. Someone was reciting a holy book, it was in Arabic, she did not understand it but a sense of tranquillity, peace she felt in her mind. The reciter again came up with the translation and read “AND PUT THY TRUST IN ALLAH, AND ENOUGH IS ALLAH AS A DISPOSER OF AFFAIRS” And she was dazzl

In the end, Igor is going to win… I don’t know where my head was when I thought I was going to escape with life. I draw my body back even more, in a ball of fear and desolation, while the wolf comes near me, I try to drag myself on the ground, but the wolf jumps over me. Its hot and imposing body only inches from mine, I close may eyes waiting the moment it will tear my throat apart.