Rogues Anthology Novels & Stories

Blood stained the ground, and bodies were scattered everywhere—both rogues and Crescent Stone warriors lying lifeless in the chaos. "Damn it," Ravena growled under her breath, her eyes scanning the battlefield. "These b*stards," she muttered angrily. The scene before her was horrifying. The rogues weren’t acting like normal wolves—they were wild, almost feral. Their eyes glowed an unnatural red, their movements were jerky and unpredictable, and they seemed to have bursts of strength. Ravena clenched her fists. The warrior who had reported to them was right. Something was seriously wrong with the rogues. They weren’t just attacking; they were in a crazed, drug-like frenzy. Ravena turned to th

Jaxon released a groan and hit his desk with his fist. Anabelle looked at the men and a woman that surrounded her, they all had one mission and it was to fight and kill her before she killed them. A total of twenty men and one woman surrounded her with killer glares on their faces. They looked fierce and ready to attack and kill. She knew that they were strong but weak too because they did not belong to packs. Rogues were like that, they did not belong to packs and so they grew weaker the more years they spent on their own but there were also some rogues that grew stronger because of being alone. Anabelle released a breath and prayed that all that training with Adam and Micah would pay off o

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

Cedric's blank eyes betrayed no emotion, but his smile wilted a little. "Ash is a very complex man. You know what they say, still waters run deep." "Have you known him all your life?" Anne had to admit the League of Rogues had always fascinated her. Five wealthy, powerful noblemen who eschewed society's formalities and made vices their mistresses. It should have been a topic she'd avoided to contemplate, yet she couldn't resist. But she felt her knowledge of their pasts and relationships was likely based on rumor and The Quizzing Glass Gazette more than truth.

I send the DM just before I answer the call and connect her to my conversation with Javelin. “Give me some eyes, Hijack!” Javelin growls. “Four corners – northeast, northwest, southeast, southwest,” I say. “Human or wolf?” “Human.” I hear her quietly getting her team into position, then watch on the monitor while the four people who thought they were sneaking up on them get taken down quickly. “What have you got, Javelin?” I ask when they overpower their attackers. “A bunch of shitty warriors. Too bad there weren’t any Alpha in this batch.”

I put what I am doing to the side and gestured for him to take a seat. "Owen, I need to talk to you about something. I do not want you to take offense, but it's about rogues." I nod. Rogues often give packs trouble; somehow, I am an exception. Probably because I attempt to communicate with the wolf packs and live on neutral territory, it probably also helps that they come to my club. "I am not sure what help I can be," I don't associate with many wolves, other than those who work or are members of the club.

I straightened, pushing my personal problems to the back of my mind as pack business took precedence. "Report," I ordered. "Janice was right about the rogues being organized," Marcus said. "We found evidence of at least eight distinct scents at the ambush site. They set a trap for her—used bait to lure her into a kill zone where they could attack from multiple directions." Eight rogues working together in coordinated fashion was unusual. Rogues, by definition, were werewolves without packs, loners who operated independently. For eight of them to work together required leadership and purpose.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

I said quietly and they nodded in response. Another pair of eyes followed our movements and I could hear the pants and wild heartbeat of the rogues. Well, as long as we stick to my advice nothing will go wrong—“ What. The. Fuck?” Millicent whisper yelled. My eyes followed to what they were all looking at. The sight before us was stomach wrenching and very disturbing. Two rogues feasting on another rogue. Cannibalism. “ What should we do now?” Millicent asked. Nobody had the guts to move as the sight was petrifying beyond anything. In a whisper Felix said to the group, “ We can still get through. But we have to be very careful”.