Rogue Waves Book Novels & Stories

Ashley The ocean of rogues closed around us gradually, trying ti push us deeper into their ring. The smell of fur, blood, and gore hung in the air, the mix making a bitter tang at the back of my throat. It was so obvious what they were doing, but I refused to just allow ourselves be pushed too far in. I sought for a way out, until a slight nudge and discreet point from Clara revealed one to our left, where the wall of rogues broke to avoid a running river.

At first glance one could mistake it for an extremely large sea monster— before anything else a large hydraulic force from the Egregious' fist hit against the guarded up Immortal as he submerged deeply into the rogue sea like a torpedo as strong swirling waves from rebound bubbles of the deep pushed him more distant away from the surface, suddenly he stopped then he propelled his body upright. The Immortal scanned where he was, this deeper layer of the sea was surprisingly calm for a surface that rages with storms and large waves. He turned, he could vividly see more large shadowy monsters slowly surrounding him then in a split of a moment they all swam away in fear, the Immortal rolled his

I asked, curiously. “This is the book of the mate. Witches and Wolves, especially Rogues. It tells you here all you need to know about them, and the mate’s bond. Read it as soon as you’re able to, sweetheart. Every question will be answered,” Dad mentioned, handing me the heavy book. I was now curious to see what it was all about. What about Witches and Rogues could I find out? After giving my parents a kiss, I headed back to my room. I held the book against my chest while I opened the door and walked in, locking the door behind me.

“Go to hell.” The rogue wiped the spit off his cheek and smirked. “Oh, I like this one.” The dense trees suddenly parted, revealing a raggedy shore lined with a row of old, barely seaworthy fishing boats. The waves crashed against the shore, the salty air thick with decay. Delia’s heart pounded. A boat. They were taking her off the island. “Get her on,” the scarred rogue ordered. The wiry one yanked her forward, shoving her so hard that she stumbled onto the boat’s wooden planks, her knees slamming against the rough surface.

Their eyes flicked between Amelia and the letter, their curiosity a fierce, bright presence that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. The storm was a relentless presence, a wild, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of risk. Waves crashed against the hull, a sharp, living force that rocked the ship and made the deck slick beneath their feet. The wet was a vivid, living presence, a bright, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown.

Hope was resurrecting back into her, and her eyes were fixed on the laptop as he searched. “Nothing. This is strange; there is no entry for this book in the library.” Ariel couldn’t be fazed by the disappointment again. “I could try logging into the general database; they would surely have it.” “Hmm.” Ariel couldn’t have hope again; she knew how it was going to end, and she wasn’t surprised when the book was locked for consumption. “This is strange; we may be rogues, but we always have access to the general library, and all the books are free.” The poor boy had worry lines etched on his forehead, and Ariel shook her head.

not releasing me. "We need to start a fire somehow, I am going to freeze to death if we don't". Walking away, I can see him picking up sticks to start a fire, the little bit of moon light is entering the cave. He is well built, almost glowing. "Are you going to just gawk at me or are you going to help" he mutters. Whoops, I'm caught. "Uh, yeah, how do you propose we start the fire?" Looking back at me, "Propose uh?" he shows his pearly whites. " Funny". Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a lighter, "emergencies". Twenty minutes later, i'm starting to warm up by the fire, blake is sitting on the opposite side, looking at me. "Can I help you?" I say rudely. "Yes, you can, want to tell me w

Arthur had felt their presence like an instinct he couldn’t explain. “I… I tried to stop them.” But it had been too late. They would never abandon their comrades to their deaths. All Arthur could do was go after them and try to kill as many rogues as he could. Didn’t know how many rogues there were, but he knew that the patrol members would be in trouble. They fought fiercely, ripping and tearing through the rogues in practiced patterns. A rogue was only at an advantage against one werewolf because rogues were fierce and irrational beasts. Against teams of three, a rogue lost the advantage of being unpredictable as the three werewolves could cooperate.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

I shifted for the first time, something I had only ever dreamed about. “But how is this possible?” I asked Zara. “This is not the moment to discuss anything, we will have time later for that.” As she spoke, I heard members of the pack shouting out in awe. “Look at her!” I heard someone shout. “Have you ever seen a more beautiful wolf?” “How can a Sigma have a wolf? I heard someone else shout. “Her fur is glowing!” another shouted.