Rogues Of Hell Novels & Stories

I told her. “I am really sorry and didn't plan to hurt you intentionally, I will go for now because I know you are angry and you need time to digest all this” with that she stood up and left too. Rogues: are werewolves that have either been kicked out of their pack or left on their own free will. Rogues don't have a set appearance apart from in their wolf form, they have long fur. They also have a bad odour radiating from their bodies. Rogues can be good or bad. In some cases they are the reason for deaths. And they can return to their pack if they are allowed.

Before fear or shock could settle, the grove exploded. Rogues poured from the trees in coordinated waves—at least twenty at first, moving with the precision of hunters bred together. They were armed, marked with ritual paints and teeth sharpened by the kind of hate money can’t buy. “Fight back!” someone screamed. The sacred space dissolved into chaos. The rogues moved like soldiers, cutting through our formation with merciless efficiency. Spears and blades flashed. People fell. I rolled away from Ronan as a rogue jumped over us, his claws swiping the spot where our heads were. He fell to the ground with a loud thud in my ears.

“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.

They’re barefoot, rail-thin, short and unkempt with clothes torn and stained from weeks, maybe months, in the wild. They’re roasting a boar’s head over an open flame, the smell of charred meat thick in the air. Rum sloshes in dented. metal cups as they throw their heads back, snorting like pigs at their crude jokes. I know them. I’d recognize the stench anywhere. Rogues. That sickly mix of desperation, blood, and madness gives them away every time. No discipline. No order. Just hunger and violence. They're not even wolves anymore, just animals pretending to be men.

But soon, the stench of rogues hit me before I saw them, rank, sour, like rot. Their den was carved into a hillside, and they had a huge population. But I didn’t hesitate. I could defeat a million of them. “Rip them apart!” I roared, charging forward. The fight exploded like thunder. Rogues poured out, teeth snapping, blades flashing. I met the first head-on, slashing his throat clean, blood spraying across my chest. My warriors tore into them like fire through dry grass. “Conrad!” I shouted, even as I gutted another rogue.

He wondered why someone with mischievous intentions would be considered life-threatening. Carla shook her head. "Not that simple, unfortunately. Rogues are shifters who have lost their humanity to their beast. They no longer have feelings or control. Their only target is to destroy and kill." The gravity in Carla's words hung in the air, emphasizing the peril that rogue shifters posed in their world.

“The rogue we managed to capture said something similar.” Sal's eyes went wide. “You guys captured a rogue? That's sick!” A moment of excitement crossed her gaze before she went serious and cleared her throat. “Okay so back to what I was saying, the rogues are essentially mercenaries sent here by someone from another pack. There was a man in charge of these mercenaries, he goes by the name Grog—” “Grog?” Kaiden said, looking pointedly at Bradford, who also had a similar look of surprise on his face.

I got down on my knees in front of her and leaned my forehead against hers. “You’re safe now.” I whispered. “It's okay, my love. You survived.” A sob left Sally's lips, so I got up and pulled her into my lap. “They tortured her.” I said while cradling Sally in my arms. “The Midnight Pack usually tries to take advantage of Rogues that come into the territory. If there is someone out there looking for the Rogue, they can have them back. It comes with a price of course, so the Midnight Pack could profit from it.”

I had no problem navigating my way through the dark nights. I knew the moment I crossed my pack’s border I'd become a rogue, unclaimed, unwanted, erased. A name no one spoke. A life no one protected. Out there, the law was simple: rogues are threats. Kill on sight. No questions. I, an alpha female. The daughter of an alpha reduced to nothing more than prey.

In human form, talking, laughing, cooking, repairing weapons. Rogues. All of them. "Welcome," Kael said softly, "to the last place on earth that'll take us in."