Rogues Anthology Novels & Stories

After all she had been through day after day, hoping and praying the ‘well-meaning’ doctors who worked at the lab would find a cure for lycanthropy so she could be free, was there really nothing to take from it but a collection of sickening nightmares? She owned nothing of significance and yet leaving with nothing felt wrong. There had to be something she salvaged from the neverending sea of suffering inflicted upon anyone and anything which stepped over the threshold. Of course, Adira knew that her meager belongings were not sentient by any means but they had still bore witness to atrocities no person should ever have to suffer through right along with her.

Rogues lunged from the shadows, their crimson eyes burning with unnatural rage. The clash of claws and bone filled the night. Blood sprayed across the ruined stones as Marcus took full control of my body. I ripped through the first wave of rogues like a storm. One lunged toward me with a distorted snarl. My claws punched through its chest. Another leapt from the side. I grabbed its skull and crushed it against the stone ground. The battle became nothing but movement. Kill. Turn. Kill again. These rogues didn’t fight like normal wolves. They didn’t retreat. They didn’t hesitate. Even as their bodies were torn apart they kept coming, driven by something far darker than instinct.

Cora whispered. The battle intensified. Rogues tore into the walls, claws scratching, weapons swinging. Frostbite pack members fought with everything they had, but the rogues were organized, prepared ..... more than I had expected. A rogue slipped past Anton, moving toward where Cora and Hannah huddled. My anger snapped. I launched myself at him, claws out, teeth bared. The rogue didn’t see me coming until it was too late. “Bastard,” I growled, sinking my claws into his shoulder. The sound of ripping metal and flesh was accompanied by his terrified scream.

I wanted to win this war not just for myself, but for my dad and for my mom who was no longer there. Spenser It was truly infuriating! The fact that I couldn’t get her out of my damn mind at a time when I needed it most to think clearly, as well as the fact that the rogues had mysteriously disappeared! My scouts kept coming back with the same information. Their kingdom was deserted, and the rogues were gone. They didn’t die because there would have been some sign of that.

I wasn’t trying to get too close so I stayed where I was. “Human..” He said in a creepy way and ran his tongue over his lips. From what I know, rogues are cursed wolves and they do not have special abilities equivalent to actual wolves but are equally dangerous.. but good thing about them.. you don’t need silver to kill them. “Do you have some?” I asked since he wasn’t saying anything but looking at me like a prey. My heart beat loudly for a moment there but I had to keep my composure and focus.

Squinting my eyes, I tried to decipher the text. As I read the characters, I silently cursed. I was fluent in numerous languages, including Greek. And the words MADCREST PRIDE were tattooed on the man's neck in Greek characters. The Werewolf Council has given the go-ahead to pursue MADCREST PRIDE—a pack of rogues. Rogues are werewolves who have either been expelled from their pack or fled of their own free will. Being a lone wolf for an extended period of time without a pack drives them insane, but a hundred years ago, rouges discovered a means to extend their lives by forming their own pack. Due to the conflict between the initial leaders of the rogues and werewolves, which ultimately led t

I take a break from my work and hunt down and kill rogues that have gone insane. Unlike most werewolves, I don’t kill all rogues, just the ones that are insane. That is why I said that the werewolf treatment of rogues is a problem. Often, wolves who have gone rogue to escape a bad situation and are seeking shelter, are killed or imprisoned simply because they are rogues. Ugh. This annoys me so much. Innocent people are killed because of herd mentality. Why can’t the pack wolves see that some rogues are not bad?

Then she trotted off down the passageway. A life of fear clearly warps the mind. Whenever Alpha Valdis, or Beta Ronan walked into a room we would all freeze and keep our eyes down. Now these Rogues, despite their weapons and huge build, were asking rational, fairly polite questions about storage, heating and food supplies. I can’t trust it. Not for a second. Everyone knows Rogues are the very worst kind of shifters. No loyalty, no love. Purely selfish creatures out for blood and gold.

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

By the time I realized that he might be going toward the wrong way, he was already too far gone and there was nothing I could do to stop him at that time since I did not have a better active plan. Okay here is the thing, among the vile creatures that you do not want to cross, rouges topped my list. Apart from being just animals with no human instinct, they were wild and could do anything to get what they wanted. We fight to win and if we don't, we retreat and try again next time. Rogues have no "next time" in their dictionary. They fight until the last animal stands and would do all they can to win. They are wild, rough, and with the first instinct to just "kill".