Romans & histoires Rogue Werewolf

She finished the sentence with a sigh. "Well you should be careful around them, they are rogues. Rogues are the exiled werewolves, they committed crimes, kicked out their pack because of abuse or they were born with rogues parents." He shrugged and tugged her arm to bring her close to his chest, she hugged him close and tightly wrapped her arms around his neck.

So when a rogue somehow managed to appear right next to the evacuation line, chaos ensued. Unlike other Werewolves or Lycans, the rogues were more monstrous. They were completely covered in hair and beast-looking the image they presented was vile. Rogues were no different from actual wild and deranged wolves. They basically had no humanity in them and all that was left was wild beastial instinct. Rogues usually didn’t band together, and although they might appear in succession or scattered groups, they were not the type to actively cooperate—especially if the group didn’t seem to have a leader.

My mother closes the mind link and stands next to my father, who checks our invites by the two Crescent Moon warriors. Rogues are wolves who have been banished or rejected from their packs. The majority of rogues are criminals; they have no rules or morals. They attack at the slightest sign of weakness, raping women and killing anyone in their path. In other words, they cause chaos and destruction.

I thought to myself wondering about the amount of boldness mixed with craziness he had to have to call himself the Rogue Alpha. Rogues were werewolves that had either been kicked out of their pack or left of their own free will to live on their own in the wild. Usually, rogues run away because they do not like their Alpha or pack. They claim to not want anyone to rule them because they listen to no one. They are in charge of themselves. When rogues meet up with other rogues they either kill them or sometimes stay together and form a mini pack. But if you were to call it a pack they would kill you because they 'don't believe in packs'.

I don’t want to make him worry or feel insecure that my mate might steal me away from him. I am currently working at the café in our town so that I can have time for my classes and training. Everyone in this pack is required to have some form of training as self-defense for when rogues attack or in the event of a war. Werewolves who are rogues have either been expelled from their pack or departed of their own volition. Apart from having long fur when they transform into wolves, rogues don't have a distinct appearance. They also emit a foul smell from their body. Without the support of a pack, they frequently lose their minds and go crazy. They occasionally exhibit unpredictable and erratic c

a man's voice muttered under his breath. Theo kicked the door open hard. The dark figure inside jumped in fright, and a crowbar clattered to the floor. It was a scrawny werewolf. From his clothes, he was clearly a Rogue, looking filthy from head to toe. He recovered quickly and spun toward the window, trying to escape. "Think you're leaving?" I snorted and flashed forward, blocking the window. The Rogue saw his path cut off. He pulled a knife from his waist and lunged at me. I didn't even bother dodging and caught his wrist and twisted hard.

I am screwed. Seeing it approach, a wolf from my pack gets alert and starts running over to me. He looks at me and growls, as if signalling me to run away but I can't. My feet are trapped in one place. The wolf jumps over the livid rogue, successfully trapping him in place as his claws rake over the rogue's back. In a jiffy, the rogue is able to flip them around and the wolf from my pack is now under him. A rogue over powered a healthy wolf? How is that possible?

Then blurted out the question. “What exactly is a rogue?” His expression immediately changed. “A rogue is a werewolf without a pack.” I listened carefully. “Most rogues aren’t dangerous.” “But some are.” His voice became quieter. “Dangerous enough that even other werewolves avoid them.” I swallowed. Remembering the creature from the forest. The madness in its eyes. The bloodlust. The way it looked at me. A chill crawled down my spine. “So that wolf…” “It was hunting.” He interrupted.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

a male spoke. "Tomorrow, I shall put a stop to him, once and for all," said Alpha Deucalion. "We shall fight against you!" the men said angrily. "And I too," I wanted to join him as well. Alpha Deucalion looked at me. "My people are being fooled by him and I want to prove to them that he is a werewolf," I told Alpha Deucalion as I raised the cloak in my hand the witch gave me that Bazaar is using to act as a human.