Rogue Werewolf Novels & Stories

Brad asked curiously. Travis looked up at Luna Paulina and nodded. Clearing his throat, Travis began to explain, “there are werewolves we call ‘rogues’. Rogues live without a pack, usually without mates, and do not always respect the pack laws the rest of us follow. Octavius Ongst’s son, was killed by a rogue werewolf, and Octavius has now made it his life’s goal to exterminate all werewolves from the face of the earth. When they locate a pack, they follow them to gain information, they attack with high powered weapons to kill as many as they can, and then they burn their territory.”

So, we sneaked into the neighboring pack and their Alpha’s room. “Remind me why we are doing this again?’ She moved closer, and as the Alpha got up to attack her, I came to her defense and sent him back to sleep. Then we wrote the word ‘loser’ on his face. As we stepped out, we were attacked by some of his men, but we took them down effortlessly. The big difference that sets a rogue apart from a werewolf is that rogues don’t usually have much to lose and fight to the death. We escaped, laughing our asses off as we fell on the clear grass near our pack, looking up at the half-moon in the sky.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t much of a protector back there, Nikki. The werewolf. Its eyes were red. It scared me.” “At least we’re both safe now.” I let out an exasperated sigh. Is this what I’ll be dealing with every day now that I’m part of the werewolf community? ---- “What were you two thinking?!” Chris nags as we hang our heads down in shame. “It’s a miracle how you both weren’t injured at all! Do you know how ruthless rogues can be?” ‘I don’t’ is what I’d like to say, but I’m sure he won’t appreciate any sassy remarks from me.

I chuckled to myself as I gasped for breath. “Holy your fast.” The youngest of the three said. “Who… Are… You? And what are you doing in Blackblood Territory… Rogue?” The older of the two said. “Ahhh… You guys are kidding me, right? I am a Roman supervisor. The new supervisor for the Breeding facility.” I said it was the stupidest question. “Why are you running in your wolf form? Only those that have Pledged are allowed to use their wolf form.” The largest of the three sneered.

in fear for their safety. Who wouldn't? If I'm a human too I would probably be running as far as I can away from this horrid place. I can smell their fear lingering in the air. Which is quite understandable in this circumstances. Rogues are considered vile, viscious and are irrational creatures. They have trouble following authoritative figures, they listen to know one. They say that eyes are the windows to the soul, in this case that is indeed true. We can identify if a werewolf had gone rogue if their eyes started to glow yellow and another manifestation is their horrible scent, A scent that holds the stink of dark forces.

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.

"Most artificial werewolves become Rogues because they're wild and dangerous, so no pack will take them in or recognize them." "Rogue? Isn't that the term for a werewolf who's been banished from the pack for a mistake?" Noreen asked. "I've read about that." "Yes. Rogues are a group of punished and wild werewolves," Ariel replied. "They live outside the pack, usually in groups of two or three. In the human world, they're the same as what you'd call homeless." As Ariel taught Noreen and Jonathan, Thiery didn't interrupt at all, simply following along quietly.

"I said, shift." I turned my back on his and walked over to a tree, remaining in my wolf form as I decided that I was going to lay down and close my eyes. My wolf never had been any good at taking orders, she didn't even listen to me half the time so I wasn't going to force her to do something she didn't want to do. "Either you shift, or we'll make you shift," the Alpha demanded. "Alpha Jayson, is she the rogue who has murdered so many?"

I deserve answers," I said. Sean looked over at Stephen, who nodded at him to tell me. "Okay, your parents were not murdered by bears. The policeman that told you that was a Rogue," Sean said "What's a Rogue?" I asked "A Rogue is a wolf without a Pack. They live alone. They normally did something bad to get kicked out of their Pack, like kill someone or betray their Alpha," Sean said "Why would a Rogue tell Jenn and me that our parents were killed in an animal attack?" I asked

I cut her words in wonderment as I became interested now, “may I ask if those werewolves are like the wolves? The real wolves, I mean. The wild animals that look for their prey. Are werewolves like those wild animals? Do they have the same kind of pack too? A family that the alpha protects? The rogue you are talking about… that rogue must be really bad, that is why his alpha wanted his death. Alpha leads and secures its members, so if there is a rogue, then… then it means that one is the worst one.” “They are almost the same as the wolves you are referring to,” she gave another smile at me. “Same but different in many ways. Werewolves look like humans but can change into wolf forms while wol