Rogue X Male Reader Novels & Stories

he muttered as he looked away from Alex. “You know something,” Alex stated, waiting for the male to share more of what he knew. The young Rogue shook his head, “If I say anything, I am a dead man,” he whispered. Alex stepped closer, “If you say nothing, you will be a dead man just the same,” he replied. The male’s face went white, and he considered his options.

Leo and Valerie found the rogues comforting to stick with for the time being. “Why do you say so though?” Valerie asked out of curiosity. She wanted to know why anybody would want to reject their own mate. “Joyce here happens to be a soldier in our former pack. In fact she is skilled in combat and is feared by all men.” Levi said. “Here is the thing about Joyce's thoughts about men; she doesn’t date them, and she kills them.” Mason added as they all laughed once again while Joyce pouted. “But it is true.. Men are the definition of the gender with animalistic tendencies and they are always in their feelings and lastly are filled up with egoism.” The guys coughed, trying to remind her that the

The sound of his ribs shattering echoes within the hollow cavity. He whimpers at the excruciating torment and twists his body, trying to get out of the males hold. The twists just make the pain even worse. He gives up, too weak to move. The damage has been done and I know that the rogues notice my lack of fight. "Alright, that should do it", one of them says. I feel the male removing his grip, before dropping my wolf to the ground. My wolf whines in pain as the ground digs into his broken ribs. They snigger at my discomfort before leaving.

To patients. A young warrior, his arm bandaged thickly, stiffened when he saw me. I knelt beside his bed without hesitation. “You fought bravely,” I told him. “But bravery doesn’t mean you heal alone.” His eyes filled, and he nodded. Rogue recently attacked the Red moon pack. He is one of the warriors that fight. By the time I left, exhaustion settled deep into my bones, but it was the satisfying kind. The kind that came from purpose. Damon, the warrior assigned by the elders to accompany me, remained quiet as we returned to the palace. He observed everything, reporting nothing aloud. A watcher. A judge.

Too fast. He ducked under a swipe, spun, and rammed his knee into a wolf’s stomach. The rogue wheezed but didn’t fall. Another grabbed Aiden’s arm, twisting until his shoulder screamed. He ripped free, teeth clenched against a shout of pain. His wolf clawed at him from inside, demanding to be unleashed. But shifting here, in human streets, meant exposure. Cameras. Headlines. Disaster. One of the rogues laughed, the sound harsh. “The Blackthorn pup bleeds easy.”

My eyes return to the tablet, the males closing the gap on the borders. He leads a few steps in front, as the others fall back in line. For rogues they certainly move like warriors following an alpha. “No Ame, I need to tell you in person. I need you to go to the bunker.” “I’m not going to the bunker, I can fight.” I protest back, zooming in on the lead male…my eyes failing to move away from him. Guilt washes over me as excitement courses through my veins, for a rogue he is certainly extremely handsome.

The stench of a rogue hit his nose and he frowned seeing a half undressed burly man on top of Fiona who was struggling beneath him as he tried to kiss her. A low growl tore from his throat, his Alpha aura rolling off him. The rogue tensed turning his gaze towards the Alpha. He growled lunging at Elijah. Rogues didn’t obey Alphas nor were they bound to them and it was clear this one was no different, but Elijah was stronger. The only problem was he couldn't rip his throat out without causing a mess.

The dew-covered grass appears to be covered in a layer of silver as the light from the moon above reflects off the dewdrops. I almost sigh in relief at the sight of it. But a shadow flickers on the ground and I freeze, my bow already poised and ready to shoot. The all-too familiar black leather with the silver raven emblem of the rogues stitched into the back comes into view, making my head spin. A rogue called me here. . . It’s clearly a male from the broadness of the shoulders and the cropped dark hair. Blood soaks his left arm, and I could see from the way the shoulders heave with each breath that he is in pain.

From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself. A rogue tries to flee. Ragnar's scythe spins out of his hand, decapitating him, but he doesn't kill him, I notice, just as someone knocks me down and just like that, I'm carried into the heat of the battle again. Ryker, on the other hand, blurs between wolf and human, leaving dead men in his wake till the last of the rogues stands. "Who sent you?" Ryker asks. I wobble on my feet, completely exhausted but manage to keep the stray wolf firmly in a chokehold.

“You’re right…the rogues are all males and the Lunar Maidens are all females…because we are the same as you. We too had dared to make the mistake of loving the men that weren’t our mates and we all suffered the consequences.” “That’s why Malachi is sympathetic towards the rogues.” I breathed a sigh of relief. Even though I knew Malachi would’ve tried his best to save Clay, now I was certain that he would do anything for Clay. It was the assurance that I needed. “But this only applies to the rogue near the Lindersay Castle.” Emma corrected me. “There are other rogues too, outside, in the world. Most wolves in the outside world become rogues because they disobeyed the Goddess or because their