Rogue Waves Book Novels & Stories

LIAM The Rogue thrashes, curled fingers raking Kalen’s back like claws, but Kalen just holds on tighter, rocking it like a terrified child. I realize, in that moment, that this isn’t violence. It’s mercy. It’s goodbye. The Rogue sags in his arms, jaws working air, claws spasming at nothing. The two of them rock, and for a moment, it’s almost peaceful. Then Kalen wrenches his arms, hard and sudden, and there’s an ugly wet sound that echoes off the cave walls, and the body goes limp.

“A rogue...you’re a rogue.” It seems his whispered words got through to everyone for she became the centre of attention. Growls could be heard and yet instead of moving, instead of running for her life, she stood unmoving in her place. Rogues were frowned upon, they weren’t allowed anywhere near packs, especially not this one. She had been too bold, but right now, she didn’t care. Despite the commotion in the room, her eyes searched for Xavier, not being able to spot him through the crowd that had surrounded her.

I take a break from my work and hunt down and kill rogues that have gone insane. Unlike most werewolves, I don’t kill all rogues, just the ones that are insane. That is why I said that the werewolf treatment of rogues is a problem. Often, wolves who have gone rogue to escape a bad situation and are seeking shelter, are killed or imprisoned simply because they are rogues. Ugh. This annoys me so much. Innocent people are killed because of herd mentality. Why can’t the pack wolves see that some rogues are not bad?

I pressed harder. The cliff loomed ahead, jagged, merciless, the ocean below roaring like it was calling for me. Its waves smashed against the rocks with a violence that mirrored the storm inside me, each crash echoing the beat of my racing heart. My tears blurred it all into a painting of chaos, red from the dying sun, black from the shadows creeping over the land, white from the foam that exploded upward like the sea itself was screaming.

I turned my head to find the rogue from last night that had called me cool. "Pardon her, Lady. She always does. She insists on telling and coopting others into telling horror stories that no one could care less about." Beatrice huffed. "They're really interesting prospects in my opinion. It's far better than hearing about boring things like a mate bond and romance." Facing the other ladies, she complained, "'cause that's all you girls talk about!" "And this is why females shouldn't read books," the rogue moved closer to Beatrice. I stepped in between them, giving the rogue a hard stare. Despite the fact that I didn't know Beatrice, I felt offended by what he had just said. "What's your name?

Words I loathed and wished to never hear again. ‘Bastard.' ‘Rogue mutt.' ‘Filthy rogue. Filthy child.' ‘Rogues like you only have one use.' The woman's words rang clearly, moving in with the thousands I'd heard aimed at myself. How dare she? How dare they? It was too much. Blinding. The cracking of waves. Loud, loud, loud. My wrist itched, and I scratched it so hard it hurt but the itching never stopped. Insults. Curses. Whispers.

I could see my breath break out in front of me as a cloud of smoke. 'You will take on the name of Cromwell,' I heard a unisex voice speak suddenly. There was no certainty what sex was speaking to me. But, It was coming from behind me. I went to turn around and look but nothing was there. Is this really a dream? 'And, carry on its legacy.' I felt a gush of wind hit my face and my teeth began to chatter from how cold it was. 'You will make Cromwell great again. Be proud of who you descend from. I will send you a guide.' The wind seemed to pick up as I caught a silver light glow. It was too far from me at the moment... but as the wind came... its light grew in size. I got a gut feeling it was c

AUSTIN ____ The rot in the BlackClaw pack, or Kaelen pack as it was still pathetically known in the dusty old scrolls, was spreading faster than a plague. perfect. My brother – no, not my brother, Roric, the pathetic Alpha currently squatting on the throne – was getting jumpy. Lisa’s whispers from the Beta ranks and Marcus’s grim tales from the exiled warrior circles painted a clear picture: Roric was shitting himself. he could feel the ground shifting beneath his paws, even if he was too stupid to see the architect of his coming demise. Me.

“I appreciate that, handsome. But it’s something I have to do as Mayor. I’ll meet up with you shortly. Jeremy is giving orders to go to all ends of our borders. I have visiting Alphas and Betas here as well. I need to inform them to be prepared. I tried to tell them to let us handle this issue but they are proud men and want to help. So I won't say no. I made sure all the pack was safe before I made my way to the border where Colby and Dane were standing.. This is where the majority of rogues were gathered. Snarling. Chomping their jaws at us. The smell of feral rogues is one of rotten and matted fur. Of wolves who don't groom. Born rogues, and rogues who leave their packs willingly don't ha

I replied and flipped my hair. We were all done with our meal and sharing stories by the camp fire when one of the warriors, I think his name was Camie, asked " Luna. What did it feel like to be a rogue?" another warrior nudged him hard " Insensitive much?"" Oh no it's fine. It's fine" I said quickly. They kept quiet, " Well for starters, Rogues live their lives on the run most of the time. But that's more common for those who weren't part of a rogue pack, like me, although I did have one--" "--but she was banished" Felix cut in.