Rogue Werewolf 소설 & 이야기

Yes, though it happened six months ago, long before she turned 18, Natalia was sure that the man she met in the woods the other day was her mate. He was this gorgeous male wolf who was tall and strong, with disheveled shoulder-length black hair and a fascinating silver eye. They said he was the Rogue, the living legend among all the werewolves. Two years ago, he defeated several strong packs in the west and became the wealthiest Alpha. A year later, he led his packmates to repel multiple attacks from the most ferocious vampire coven. He even forced the notorious vampire count to sign a peace pact.

The werewolf's eyes glinted with madness, and his teeth bared in a snarl of aggression. Liam met the attack head-on, their bodies colliding with a thunderous impact. They grappled and rolled in the dirt, each vying for dominance. "You cannot defeat me, Alpha," the rogue werewolf growled, his voice filled with deranged confidence. "I am the embodiment of chaos." Liam's eyes blazed with fury as he snarled back, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "You underestimate the power of an alpha. I am the protector of my pack, and I will not be swayed by your chaos."

Gaby especially was a natural. Today they wanted to discuss the attack on Mora. Tatiana asked if they had seen or heard anything strange lately. Gaby had not, but Zoe heard that the Werewolf was a Rogue. He was sighted in other Rogue camps around the peninsula for several months, but he never attacked anyone. "Does anyone know what he looks like in human form?" "There are rumors. The rogue is enormous in human form and has long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He never stays anywhere very long, and pretty much keeps to himself."

They were both quiet for some time until Ellie asked, "What are rogues?" Rogues? What's your question? Yes. She answered, still looking at her. Maya just sighed. "A rouge is a werewolf who has left their pack and no longer belongs to any pack. They might be dangerous, I mean trying to attack, or some might just live alone." "Oh, OK. Can they also form their groups, I mean, attack?" "Yes. We have wolves that are actually rogues, but no one knows where their hideout is." "Are they the ones that almost killed me in the forest?" Ellie asked again, looking directly into her eyes, but Maya still nodded slowly. "Yes."

Those newly shifted werewolves could be easy prey for rogues as they didn’t have control over their senses and could easily fall prey to them. Sniffing the putrid stench of rotten eggs rogues a particular smell. I followed him to save other werewolves. However, soon, I heard another howl, a familiar one. Kyro broke the link and was about to howl in response, but I didn’t let him do it. ‘A rogue is there.’ I warned him. However, he became restless. ‘Kyro,’ I called him, but instead of responding, he started roaming in my head.

Instantly, my body tensed, anticipating an attack. I did not have to wait long as two large werewolves came into my line of vision. From their scent, I sniffed their intent. They were rogues ready for the kill. They came hurtling without warning. One rogue wolf hit my chest with its right-hand leg while the other snapped at my hand. He bit into it and would not let go. I gave out a yelp. Surprised at their strength. Rogues are generally weak creatures owing to their being pack less, but these two are strong. I coughed and spit on the ground.

Just then my beta rushes in all excitedly, “Sir, we caught another rogue. We have him in the cells. I thought you should know.” “Wonderful,” I stand and head out with my beta. We walk into the cells and as soon as I see the rogue, I stopped short. He is so young. He has to at least be sixteen. As a werewolf, we get our wolves at fourteen but find our mates at seventeen. Some have at sixteen. But for a rogue to be as young as sixteen? That is unheard of. I walk up to him and grab his face making him look at me, “How old are you, boy?”

“Is that the reason you remove them from the pack?” Thrumming my fingers on my desk, I made an annoyed grunt and said, “Vaewolf are rogue and don't assimilate to a pack. They follow their own rules and follow their own drum beats. Now enough about them. Go train with the guards and take your pal Nathan, or go to the village bar and have a drink,” I stated. As he stood, he smiled. “So Nathan's cool because he is just a vampire and you don't want to share your good liquor.”

“I’m glad you like it so far. With every passing day, I’m sure you’ll like it even more. But tomorrow, after your tour with Christianna, I will show you where to take shelter if rogues attack.” “Ok…” I mumbled. “Will you tell me now what rogues are?” “Rogues… Well yeah. Rogues are werewolves who were banished from their Alpha or refused their own pack. At first, they live like plain humans, but when they give in to their wolves and shift, they become feral and lose themselves. They never return to their human forms again. Lost and disorientated, they gather up in little packs of two or three because wolves can’t live alone. Some rogues take simple wolves into their pack just to gain strength

“They kept getting sidetracked and comparing dicks but yes, it’s being concerning” I roll my eyes at his comparison. Getting back on track I ask “so they’ve being lots of rouge? But how so?” “A werewolf goes rogue when the wolf takes absolute control and spills the blood of an innocent. They begin to rot from the inside out, hence the smell of decay” he tips his head, clicking on a few buttons on his computer. “Some of them can still shift and comprehend, they just have an uncontrollable bloodlust.” He paused. “Rogues do not attack rogue”