Rogue X Male Reader Novels & Stories

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

**** Phoenix The meeting was finally over and I couldn't wait to go back home. All they talked about was about some rogue that had been violating the rules by running in and out of packs without permission. As much as hate rogues, I feel extremely sorry for this one because once it's caught, it's going to be put to death. My beta reported five rogue cases to me three days ago. He said that he had taken care of four, but the last one was a serious pain in the ass and he wasn't sure how long he was going to restrain himself from strangling it to death.

and turned, leaving the room. I turned back to the man in front of me as he crouched down. He has soft golden brown eyes and looked at me with sincere concern. He wiped the blood from just under my nose. “Are you alright?” I couldn’t speak, all I could do was nod. He was mere inches from my face and I could smell his scent. The earthy, wooded scent of sandalwood filled my nose and began to drive me crazy. It took everything I had not to jump him right in this moment. From the look he gave me, I knew he could read exactly how I was feeling. It was as if he felt it too.

' Roman asked the person standing in front of the crowd fuming. 'Alphas. I guess that must be the Luna, right? I am happy that I finally get to meet you three. I guess it will also be a pleasure to kill you all today,' the male stepped forward, giving a bow in mockery. He didn't look like a rogue. But since we were at a distance, I could scent him out to see if he was truly a rogue or not but I guessed I would soon find out. 'You seem so sure that you can kill us. I salute your courage,' Raven said to the male.

But the pain she expected never came, and she opened her eyes in surprise when she heard yet another growl; a different baritone this time… What the hell? Slowly, Olivia turned around to see her mate pouncing on a naked man with wild hair and an even wilder look in his reddish brown eyes. For a moment, she felt her shoulders sagging in relief at the thought that he wasn’t attacking her after all. But then, the newcomer’s pungent scent hit her nose, and she wondered how she hadn’t felt it until now. From his wild looks and scent, the guy was a rogue. With little to no human morals left in them, rogues were the most dangerous, rivaling the power of alphas. A rogue had invaded her home just lik

I kill rogue after rogue occasionally torturing them to find out who sent them; so far I've only learnt that a male and female rogue joined up with someone from this pack, they had no idea who the man was as he never showed his face to them but the man and woman seemed to know who he was. I'm currently in my wolf form, I gave Xavier full control after I couldn't obtain anymore information also he was really angry and his blood lust was evident by the way he slaughtered the rogues, his whole body covered in blood. Eventually the rogues retreated when they realized their numbers were reduced drastically.

“Oh. Umm, on a different topic there’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask you. Why don’t you like rogues?” Tyler lets out a large sigh. “Three years ago, there was a large rogue attack on Moonfang. My parents left to go fight, and were killed during the fighting. I was forced to step up and become Alpha at the age of seventeen. I couldn’t even finish high school properly. I had to attend online classes. I also had to attend college virtually. There are so many things that my parents will never get to see. I hate rogues because whenever I see one, I am reminded of what was taken from me.” Tyler falls silent and stares at his plate. “I understand,” I say softly. Tyler looks up quickly. “Rogue

Levi began to prepare himself by pulling up his long blond hair when Roman spoke up possessively. “I will get you the info Alpha,” Roman ground out. I can understand his viewpoint, Roman was a protector. For all intense in purposes the man was very much an Alpha male. Which is why it had shocked me to find out about his sexuality. Not that I stereotyped him but just never seen him interested in anyone. For a while, I had actually thought he rejected his mate in order to do what he likes to do.

It’s been happening for years, and I myself had been a victim along with my mother, who, at the ripe age of 23, when I was seven, did a gruesome death at the hands of Victor Taylor. And I was there, watching it happen, unable to do a thing because she asked me not to get involved and save myself. I was only a helpless child. My story isn’t different from the story of your average rogue. To be a rogue is to suffer endlessly until eventually, you succumb to the forces of nature working against you. It’s the reason why I never changed my status from a rogue. I am a rogue and will always be one. Giving my pack a pretty name won’t change what I am, which is why I prefer to be known as the Rogue A

A scream was rising in my chest but I had to keep quiet because I couldn’t take my eyes off the vicious fight. Finally the rogue was able to swipe, dragging his claws down Del’s side. Del gave a little grunt and staggered back but he remained focused. His teeth dug deep into the flesh as he growled and ripped into the rogue’s side. While Del restrained him, the rogue yelled and twitched his body. The wooden floor was stained by the pooling blood beneath them. “Stay down.” Del growled in a dangerous guttural voice. Overlooking the rogue, his wolf form was poised to put an end to it. The rogue however wasn’t prepared to surrender. He moved jerkily and desperately as he twisted beneath Del.