Rogues Anthology Novels & Stories

“Welcome Alphas, we are here to make an important decision. We don’t need to make it a debate or tell you what we are here for but for clearing up any misunderstanding, we are gathered to make a decision. Should the rouge pack be part of us? The council would have decided on this but we have unfortunately come to a tie and incase of a tie breaker, it would be put for a public vote.” The hall erupted into hush whispers. People wondered why it was a topic for discussion. “Please be quiet, everyone.” Elder Taffy, the leader, spoke. “This will be done now. All in support for the rogue pack to be an official pack please raise your hands.” Few hands went up but it was not enough, then I saw Kael p

If there’s rot festering in the shadows, it’s bleeding out from there’. I exhaled slowly, my jaw clenching until my teeth ached. Rogues had always been a thorn at the edges of our borders, scavengers with no loyalty, no law, no leash. But if they were involved in the foul play that had struck at us, then it meant more than rebellion. It meant organization. Planning. Something that rogues should not have been capable of. First the vampires. Now, the rogues. I wiped the sweat from my brow and straightened. Whatever was happening was a large-scale trouble for me.

“Then blood will spill before the prophecy intends it to.” ……. In the deepest part of the forest, where the moonlight barely kissed the ground, a figure stood on a high ridge. Eyes glowing molten gold, burning with something fierce… and broken. The rogue alpha. His long coat fluttered in the breeze as he stared down at the distant lights of the city. The scent of Elaina still lingered on the wind—wildflower and power. “She’s awakening…” he murmured, jaw clenched, claws flexing at his sides.

“We are not beasts without honor. We are packs. And today—today we remind the world why wolves were feared long before darkness learned to crawl.” A roar answered me. I dropped my fist. The ground erupted. Rogues poured from the corrupted fields like a living tide—twisted, malformed, eyes glowing sickly red. Some ran on two legs, others on four, bones jutting at wrong angles, mouths stretched too wide. “Hold the line!” I shouted. They hit us like a storm. The first rogue lunged for my throat—I met it with my blade, steel slicing clean through its neck. Black blood sprayed, hissing where it touched the ground.

I gave her one stare and hoped it was enough to send her packing but I knew a stare would never deter Elissa from her mission. I turned, my wolf galloping away in anger. He was panting as we ran. My own beta accused me of being feral and maybe I was. I did not mind. If I had to be a rogue to kill them, so be it. They would all pay for what they did to my mother. They would all scream and beg like my sisters and I had. Rogues tore every part of me from inside out and left my mind crumbled. The only thing that brought me back was the need to avenge my family. None of the rogues would be spared. There would be no mercy at all.

Why was I so cursed? I didn’t have time to contemplate this any further. Instead, I did what I did best. I ran. I ran back to our condo and began to pack whatever I could of mine before he had the chance to throw me out and reject me in front of everyone. I knew some rogues took up refuge in the northern mountains. There were stories that they would take in the lost women. Rogue women and, while not the greatest idea, would become breeders for their packs. But they were revered, not mistreated like others had treated their mates, fated or chosen. It took me a couple of hours to finally gain the strength to leave. I wrote a note to Antony thanking him for being there and standing up for me. T

Rogues steer clear of human towns and other wear wolves are unlikely to try to invade for risk of exposing themselves. Following Darien inside he shows me where I can put my clothes and shift. I call Braxton forward, feeling him pass through me and take control. Light grey hair sprouting all over my body, joints snapping, I’m brought to my knees. Twisting and contorting my body changing shape. It wasn’t as painful this time and within a few minutes I was once again a passenger in my body.

Harrison offered. “Thanks, but no thanks. Being rogue suits me if you haven’t noticed. It lets me walk in and out of any pack I need to and makes it easier to blend into things when I’m around humans,” Hayden said. “Let’s go inside so I can talk to Mimi and find out everything she knows.”

Ronan I sat in my office going through multiple books aged long. I needed to find something, anything that will at least help me make out what would become out of my mate bond. At the thought of her, the mark that was imprinted in my wrist tingled. Fucking crescent moon stood as a glaring reminder that the fate of the moon hung heavily on our heads and we had no fucking idea what to do. We were both thrown into a thing that was so much bigger than us. Add that to the fact that the rogues were striking more frequently, moving in groups. That was an anomaly. Rogues were not pack animals. They were lone wolves, a punishment for whatever crimes they had committed that made them rogues in the fir

"So everyone in the pack knows about him?" She nodded. "Yeah. That's part of the reason why they don't appreciate my... creative stories on his species and other mythical creatures. When I saw him, I got intrigued and started trying to find everything I could on vampires. I begged Trevor and the other guys to get me some books from the library of the other rogues territories they raided. They did but most of the books said the same thing. Only one spoke of their abilities." "And what are they?" It wasn't like I didn't know about vampires. My former Alpha spoke of them in passing. He gave just enough information to make sure I wasn't ignorant but not enough to say I was educated and well enli