Rogue Werewolf Mga Nobela at Kwento

She asked stubbornly. “Rogues are someone who is not from any pack, they live lonely like wild. The Riverstone pack has a law they don’t invite rogues to join them, instead, they kill them,” said Carmen while rolling her eyes. “Kill them? But why?” She asked. “My Dad has told me a long time ago When the moon goddess has come to the earth for a mate, whom she soon found, a man destined to be her mate, legend says he was a werewolf born of the humans when she found him, they had a daughter together, their first child they loved her so much, one day a rogue thought the girl was his mate, so he abducts her but she was not his mate, she was mated to a Canis Lupus,” Carmen was telling a tale in he

He pointed to my left. “Alpha, he is the one.” “Noah, step in,” I ordered Noah who volunteered to back me. Well, it was the time. I approached the rogue. Surprised, he looked well-manicured type of a guy. If his body didn’t reek of those cursed fruits and my forests, I would have spared him. But not now. It’s too late. “Hey, step away. You are blocking,” He stuttered. A rogue. A dunk rogue werewolf. A criminal. He was so many things at one time. I didn’t move and glared. He got irritated. He was about to roar when I used my Alpha tone.

She tugged on the hem of my shirt and whispered, "Why does this werewolf you brought home keep staring at you? And a normal werewolf wouldn't get stuck mid-transformation. He even put your plate right in front of you and his off to the side. That is territorial behavior. He has marked you as 'his!'" I did not take it seriously. "The doctor who treated him said he is a rogue. The reason he's stuck half-transformation is because there's some kind of toxin in his system that hasn't been cleared yet. He has just been exiled too and doesn't understand the rules of human societies. That being said, he's very capable. Look at how shiny he cleaned the floor." Lisa hesitated. Before she left, she sai

“Surprise packed up and went home hours ago.” Something like a smile flickers across his face, then disappears. “What I don't understand,” I continue. “Is why a werewolf is in a human settlement.” He stares at me for a few long seconds before he answers. “Your mom,” he says carefully, “is not just someone who messes with herbs.” My fingers tighten around the glass. “Watch it. Do not accuse my mother of what you know nothing about.” “I am watching it,” he says. “More than you think.”

Even the insects had fallen silent. Something was wrong. She backed away from the stream, hackles rising along her spine. Her wolf senses screamed danger, but she couldn't pinpoint the threat. Then the wind shifted, bringing with it a scent that made her blood run cold. Rogues. At least three of them, maybe more. The scent was unmistakable—unwashed bodies, madness, and the metallic tang of old blood. Rogues were wolves who'd been cast out of their packs or had chosen to leave, living without the structure and discipline of pack life. Some were harmless loners. But most descended into madness, becoming little more than feral beasts who killed for sport.

From that day on, I still looked for traces of you but I remained in charge of the kingdom to avoid losing a lot of innocent lives again,” he said and I sighed feeling guilty that he almost turned rogue because of me. Rogues are werewolves who had left the pack, gone mad and lost sense of reality. They are wild and don’t follow rules. They are mostly in wolf form and their bodies radiate a bad odor. You could compare them to a rabid dog which goes on a biting rampage. Not all rogues are bad though.

She was very angry at the wound on her face but still tried to stay calm to prove that the wound on her face was not a problem. "If you're so confident, then let's fight." Lana screamed. "OK!" Rose said arrogantly. Immediately after, she took a few steps forward, leaned over and transformed into a wolf. Although I hated Rose, I had to admit that she was really good. Although Lana had the power given to her by the goddess of the moon, she had never fought directly with anyone. In terms of experience, Lana lost to Rose a lot. Rose's wolf was smaller than mine but it was extremely ferocious

Usually the werewolf who does this is a Rogue and for that reason the Betas will easily get rid of him without causing much commotion. Morgan set very strict rules regarding the Rogues. They are werewolves who were thrown out of the pack because they made a big, unforgivable mistake. A werewolf who is thrown out of the pack will usually have difficulty surviving because he has to find food and protect himself, far outside the territory of his pack. Because of these difficulties, Rogues will usually do anything to survive and eventually they will fall into crime. They steal, kill, and even rape to channel their uncontrollable desires.

All of them were shocked, because as he predicted, Simon lied that both of us were killed by snowfall pack and he was only able to escape because my brother ‘helped’ him. The elders of the pack decided to exile him, but Simon took his own life, saying that he’d rather die in the pack than die outside. Anyway, The Werewolf Council decided to give snowfall pack to Phoenix, even though, according to them, I was the alpha of the pack. They said that the rules were that, once a rogue took over a pack it was now a rogue pack. I didn’t want the pack, so because Titan pack was the closest to Snowfall pack, Phoenix was crowned the new Alpha of bathe pack.

This was yet another of the numerous reasons that contributed to her undying adoration for me. Because rogues are considered to be traitors of their packs, and in the world of werewolves, there is only one punishment for traitors, and that is to either make them your servant or kill them in a brutal manner, I smiled as I saw her get angry for the first time in three months. The very thought of it gave me goosebumps. My spine tingled at the prospect of becoming their slave, and the feeling was intense. I would much rather perish than serve as a pawn for them.