Rogues Anthology Novels & Stories

And Bloodmoon decided to destroy it in a matter of hours. I shifted mid-run, bones snapping, fur bursting along my skin. Lyx took over, and I let it. Sirens howled in the distance, human authorities, clueless and helpless against what was really happening. People screamed, scattering like leaves in the wind. And the rogues ,mangy, vicious wolves, grinned at the chaos they caused. I slammed into the first one I saw. A grey-furred bastard, bigger than most, but slow. He didn’t even have time to snarl before my claws raked across his throat, ripping him open. He hit the ground gurgling.

Sighing, I gulped down my mocha frappuccino and walked out of the cafe, making sure to leave a good tip for the waiter. Once, I stepped out of the cafe and a portal appeared. I stepped through the portal; it took me straight to the area where I could feel the rogues. It's strange though, this is not how rogues would normally act. By this time, the rogues would have torn down at least have the pack, especially with the numbers that I'm sensing. Rogues don't plan sneak attacks, quite honestly, they never sneak in, rogues don't know how to sneak in nor do they know how to blend in like these wolves are. Rogues are rabid beasts that have been banished by their packs for crimes so appalling and t

A chorus of snarls and growls followed as the guards half-shifted and launched into the night, blurs of speed and shadows. “Lucien,” I spoke through the mind-link as we ran. “Give me a sitrep.” “Twelve rogues, my king. No crest. No allegiance.” I arrived at the granary and saw the destruction for myself. The scent of wolf blood was thick in the air. Strong. They were powerful, experienced. Not your usual scattered rogues. We tracked them quickly—straight into an ambush. Group A was already engaged in battle when I arrived. Without hesitation, I joined the fray.

' A powerful aura filled with unconstrained nefarious power summoned the surroundings. Alpha Adrian's laid limp at his sides, three huge claw marks slit his chest with deep scarlett blood gushing out as his wolf Mason was forced down heavily by his head whimpering. Nobody is going to harm them, their Queen was protecting them. But unknown to the Queen her true king was protecting her. *******************

“I am not one to waste time. I know that the two of you need to rest.” I could hear Lincoln suck in a breath because he knew what was coming. “I can you offer you protection, Lincoln,” Patrina said. “The best one. My entire pack is full of warriors. Randwulf Stein would not be able to touch you here.” “It’s the safest option,” I seconded, hoping it would convince him more. “The purebloods are getting ready to pounce on you. It’s practical for you to be in a pack than be a rogue.”

I can only assume that they believed I was taken home since it was so close to their coven. “You don’t have to be polite, dear,” Talia bats her eyelashes at my father, and I have to suppress the growl that is forming in my chest. “You can call them rogues. Just because your daughter is one…” “That is enough, Mother,” Erebus growls from his seat but Talia isn’t giving up so easily. “It is amazing that she only smells like a human. Since most rogues wreak of decaying flesh and trash,” Talia continues.

Arthur had felt their presence like an instinct he couldn’t explain. “I… I tried to stop them.” But it had been too late. They would never abandon their comrades to their deaths. All Arthur could do was go after them and try to kill as many rogues as he could. Didn’t know how many rogues there were, but he knew that the patrol members would be in trouble. They fought fiercely, ripping and tearing through the rogues in practiced patterns. A rogue was only at an advantage against one werewolf because rogues were fierce and irrational beasts. Against teams of three, a rogue lost the advantage of being unpredictable as the three werewolves could cooperate.

“Also, we're having a grand party for our 23rd anniversary in two days. That still stands, right?” “Sure it does,” I affirmed. They nodded and walked out of the conference hall. I was left alone with my thoughts. Thoughts of the goons…that just might be rogues. That's not very far-fetched. I mean, if they did come in through the woods, then they could be Rogues. They're currently the most uncivilized creatures. But how are there any rogues? I gave them a merciless death when I was captured. It remains my most grotesque and brutal kill ever.

"Unfortunately, being a creation of a lesser God made Raguel not immune to defeat. He met his match when he encountered the dangerous werewolf tyrant, Crustblood the Terrible, a descendant of Argo who was also a powerful wizard. Crustblood's wolf, Draven, was a strong and cunning creature. During the battle, Draven deceived Raguel, by pretending he had lost and was lying helpless on the ground. As Raguel approached him, Draven used forbidden magic and devoured the lesser deity. This act instantly endowed Draven with immense power and a desire for independence, establishing his own will. He trapped his human in the depths of his mind and consumed his soul as well. "Draven transformed into a l

"It's been a while since I last had the chance to join the others. I'm not really a hunter anymore, I've been labelled an assassin, and this is the job I do. If you want me to be honest - you are lucky. You are lucky because you get to fight each other and show off your skills while getting little to no injury. My case is a little different. You'd be surprised to see the battle scars I have under these clothes. As an assassin, I can no longer train with humans. I have to keep my senses alert at all times, and for that, there is only one creature I can train with - rogue." Emmy moves a little closer to me and whispers. "Excuse my ignorance, but what are rogues?" Oh, crap. I hadn't expected th