Novel & Cerita Rogues Anthology

Fortunately for everyone involved, they made it back to White Blood without any fuss, and Mannon and Xiera placed them in the dungeon. In the shower, Tate’s thoughts went to the rogues all of a sudden. There was something different about this group, especially that wolf who looked like a child. Was she a child, or was she just born small and didn’t look her age? None of the rogues they caught so far was a minor. This couldn’t be one, could it? Then, there was their demeanor. Most rogues turned defensive and brutal when they were cornered. And who could blame them? The animal instinct in all of them when trouble came was to be defensive and brutal. But these three today were not. They didn’t

I Arrived at the shadow-core pack’s main driveway, I got a call from Gary Saithe telling me to get my ass over here, Gary is A Vampire -werewolf hybrid known as Alpha to his band of misfit rogues that he likes to keep as pets, his pack was no laughing stock nor to be taken lightly as all pack leaders feared him but Mostly Feared the rogues that he took in as his own members - they were a different sort of breed, not just one race. But a mixture of good and bad. - I killed the Roaring engine to my black sports car and stepped out of the driver’s side straightening out my matching black suit that fitted around me so well. A lingering scent hung in the passing breeze, I took a deep breath inhal

“I went down the rabbit hole hours ago. Everything sounds crazy and yet so logical. I can’t tell what’s sane and what’s not anymore. I just don’t want anyone screaming at me or getting violent.” Robert gave a frustrated and exasperated sigh. “I assure you both. Whatever is happening here it’s escalating, and we can’t allow it to harm either of you. This is a situation I never planned to be in. But basically this is the calm before a war breaks out. I’m stuck trying to figure out who our enemy is still.” “Question. What are rogues?” “Rogue or rogue pack. Wolf shifters who don’t have a pack or are in a territory they have no right to be in. A rogue pack is a pack who steps into the territory o

“Do you expect the children and the archivists to fight?” “I think those old librarians have more fight in ‘em than anyone gave them credit for,” Leo muttered, but shook his head. “No, I do not expect our non-combatants to fight.” He rested both hands on the table and leaned forward. “I expect the other packs to fight.” “Other packs?” I asked. Leo nodded. “The main strength of the Rogues is their numbers. They have members from every pack, all those who were banished or left for whatever reason. No single pack can stand against them for long.”

I'm so fucking dead. "ROGUES!" he shouted and a flurry of footsteps gathered. Over a dozen leather-clad rogues stared at me. Hungry, angry people. The four rogue women were all in their twenties, bright-eyed with thick plaits and braids piled high, acting like hats. The men were all chunky, draped in black leather jackets. Apart from one. Built like a grizzly bear with huge shoulders, maybe a foot taller than the rest. He wore a pelt of thick brown fur, under a thick black body warmer shirt.

Aneliesse was stronger than me, fueled by the dark energy that coursed through her veins. But I am wise. I knew I had to be smart. I have to find her weakness then exploit it just in time. I also knew that I couldn't win over her because her wolf is twice my size. I don’t know wh Rogues, except for Hestia, have such gigantic size. Maybe that’s why they became Rogues—their pack doesn’t like them due to them being enormous other than the Alpha so they are just ostracized. And they all have to fend themselves from the elements, nature, and of course, enemies. Lots of enemies.

A familiar but disgusting scent reached my nose as well, trying to overpower that of Calla. I knew who they were. “Rogues.” My beast roared inwardly, seeking bloodshed but I had to pry silently, then attack them unexpectedly. Rogues are wolves that have been banished from a pack and now roams freely. Rogues are widely despised because they are seen as outcasts, people who had betrayed the pack as a whole. Their presence wasn't welcome anywhere. The rogues at that point in time weren't my main problem, my eyes keenly scanned the area where her scent lingered heavily.

The sound of his shift was thunder in the small space. I pressed myself against the back wall of the cave, and my legs gave out. The stone bit into my back. The heat still pulsed through me, a sick rhythm that made everything blur at the edges, and I watched the fight like it was happening underwater. Bastian's wolf was a monster. Black fur, one ear torn, shoulders thick as boulders. He caught the first rogue by the throat and threw it against the cave wall hard enough that I heard bones crack. But the second rogue was already on his flank, and the third circled toward the fire, toward me.

I take a deep breath and tears as sneaky enemies, surround me till they take over me completely, they fall down my face large and heavy and blurry my sight. Connor hugs me by the waist and Kayden is around my left flank, I need to be strong, she’ll show up, I can only believe my female will return to me, all I have left is to believe, nothing more. In less than half an hour, uncle Quinn knocks at our door and a group of over twenty lycans gather in my little living room. Kayden stands on the coffee table and speaks louder so everyone can hear him:

I survey the group of rogues, none seeming to have any standing over the other. 'Help take down the rog-' a brute force slams into my side, teeth digging into my front leg. I growl as I crane my neck, digging my teeth into the rogues head. It lets go of my legs, rolling away from me. Its ear goes with me as dirt flies up between us. Jacob is on its tail, quite literally grabbing it by the tail and pulling it away from me. My eyes fly around, landing on two more rogues approaching Jacob. 'Behind you.' Jacob's eyes dart briefly behind him before he uses the tail in his mouth to whip the first rogue, throwing it in the other two's direction. They clash together in a flurry of growling fur. I lu