Rogues Anthology Novels & Stories

Every other Alpha had been left with no choice but to torture me in order to obtain the information they wanted, but that usually took them at least a month to get anything from me which they could actually use. I had a pretty high pain threshold and could easily go for weeks before anything actually effected my body. I just gave them what they wanted after a month in return they gave me what I needed, which was their full support when the time came. "Why are you rogue?" Jayson asked me. "My pack were slaughtered when I was eighteen. I was happy, just living my life with my family, but that was all taken away from me in one night..." I paused as I brought my head up so that I was looking at

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

"The bodies of the rogues were found in different places. This one got stabbed through the heart, the other one's neck's twisted." Luka nudged the leg of one of the rogues who remained naked, revealing him to be of a lower-class rogue who couldn't complete his transformations with clothes on from his wolf form, when he died. "There was a fight, lots of struggle. But the thing that stands out is, they were killed not by wolves, but by humans."

I clamped down on a rogue, sinking my canines in his neck until a metallic taste of his blood filled my mouth. I dropped his dead body on the ground and spit his disgusting blood out of my mouth. I gave a thundery growl, the warriors growled in reply and went back killing the rogues with renewed strength. I continue taking down the rogues one by one. Josh was right about one thing. There was something strange and unnatural about the rogues. They didn’t have the normal red rogue eyes. Instead, their eyes were black and empty. It was completely dark, as if they had been possessed.

“I’m glad you like it so far. With every passing day, I’m sure you’ll like it even more. But tomorrow, after your tour with Christianna, I will show you where to take shelter if rogues attack.” “Ok…” I mumbled. “Will you tell me now what rogues are?” “Rogues… Well yeah. Rogues are werewolves who were banished from their Alpha or refused their own pack. At first, they live like plain humans, but when they give in to their wolves and shift, they become feral and lose themselves. They never return to their human forms again. Lost and disorientated, they gather up in little packs of two or three because wolves can’t live alone. Some rogues take simple wolves into their pack just to gain strength

Even the insects had fallen silent. Something was wrong. She backed away from the stream, hackles rising along her spine. Her wolf senses screamed danger, but she couldn't pinpoint the threat. Then the wind shifted, bringing with it a scent that made her blood run cold. Rogues. At least three of them, maybe more. The scent was unmistakable—unwashed bodies, madness, and the metallic tang of old blood. Rogues were wolves who'd been cast out of their packs or had chosen to leave, living without the structure and discipline of pack life. Some were harmless loners. But most descended into madness, becoming little more than feral beasts who killed for sport.

“Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” “Remember this always… Once upon a time, the Creator created many beings to occupy the world He perfectly created. Once upon a time, before Adam and Eve were created to live in the Garden of Eden… angels and animals were created first. As well as dragons, werewolves, fairies, elves, dwarves, mermaids, vampires, and any other being that we only thought were just mythical and pure imagination.” That damn thought again. I remember granny again when she was t

My boots crunched against bits of granite as I slowly stepped through the wreckage. “Pull back,” I told my men quietly. “I need a clear space.” They obeyed instantly. I crouched, pressing my fingertips to the soil near the largest overturned statue. The scent was there—feral and messy, but not wild. That was the mistake people made with rogues. They thought chaos meant stupidity. But these were first-timers—turned wolves, not born. Prone to rage, yes. But capable of planning. Of vengeance.

So when a rogue somehow managed to appear right next to the evacuation line, chaos ensued. Unlike other Werewolves or Lycans, the rogues were more monstrous. They were completely covered in hair and beast-looking the image they presented was vile. Rogues were no different from actual wild and deranged wolves. They basically had no humanity in them and all that was left was wild beastial instinct. Rogues usually didn’t band together, and although they might appear in succession or scattered groups, they were not the type to actively cooperate—especially if the group didn’t seem to have a leader.

“The Ancient Rogue City.” I whipped my head toward him, my brows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean, ‘Ancient Rogue City?’” He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his eyes dark with unease. “This is a city built by the First Rogues,” he explained, his voice low as though afraid of being overheard. “Centuries ago, they were exiled from their packs after the witches and werewolves went to war. The rogues sided with the witches, using their powers to try and dominate the werewolf world. This is where they came to rebuild, to create a sanctuary for their kind.”