Novel & Cerita Rogues Of Hell

he sighed, “Well, they were criminals…” I mumbled, “Rogues, darlings are not always criminals. My parents were rogue vampires for a while. A rogue is a person who is not in a pack or into society; it does not mean they committed a crime,” he sighed, and I squinted my eyebrows. “Are any of those guys the case?” I asked, and he took a deep breath. “No, two of them attacked a pack and killed several warriors, and the other one robbed a shop and killed the owner,” he said, and I took a deep breath.

“I hope that doesn’t make you angry.” “No,” Hayden replied as he parted her hair to see a deep cut on her scalp from her hair being slammed on the floor. He wrinkled his nose, not out of disgust at seeing the wound, but at why Krista had it. “I’m not angry because you don’t want to be my mate instantly.” He sighed and continued. “If I’m honest with you, I always thought my mate would reject me at first sight. Most people don’t like to be around a rogue for any reason.” “Most rogues aren’t like you,” Krista said. She closed her eyes for a moment and asked, “Do you think I can lie down until we are ready to leave?”

But that assumption was clearly bullshit. Rogues weren’t just dangerous, they were unpredictable, savage, and unbound by any laws of a pack. Outcasts who had been stripped of rank, banished for rebelling, who now tore through the world like beasts of vengeance. And when they weren’t being hunted, they hunted back. One rule about rogues: They never came alone. I turned to run, but the air shifted. The wind hissed through the trees unnaturally fast, and before my foot could even lift off the ground, something dropped from above.

I could do nothing but wait outside. They encountered rogues. It means Jules was just near where they came from. Jules' group is now strong because the rogues have sided with him. And rogues are dangerous and brutal kinds of werewolves. I read that they have no heart. I read that they won't think twice to devour you. They can compare to wild animals who don't have consciousness about right and wrong. According to the books I read, they also have minds, but they are naturally obsessed with darkness, killing, and blood. It's hard to tame them unless...if you propose something that they like. Jules probably promised them something, leading the rogues to team up with him.

“Helix, take everyone into the bunker. The rogues are here.” I could not hold the tremble in. I had brought this onto my pack. Our defences were nothing compared to Adira. She said it herself, she was the head of an original coven and I was bound to her. I stumbled out somehow. Helix had sent the link because as I stepped out, the whole pack was running to hide. ‘Warriors, to the east border.’ I linked, trying to collect myself, trying to compose my shock. Such betrayal, but what would you expect from a rogue. Never trust a rogue.

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

I could that they were not comfortable sitting next to each other. The same goes with me, I ain't even comfortable sitting next to Cindy. This is probably the most awkward situation for me and Dad at the same time. "So to begin with," the Moon Goddess said, making me even more curious as I could see how serious she was. "There has been news that rogues are going to return three days from now." "What the hell are rogues?" Cindy asked. "Rogues are those who turned their backs to the Moon Goddess because they committed heinous crimes or bent the rules, that is why as their punishment, they have been kicked out of the pack and they are not allowed to come back anymore," I explained in length.

But that couldn’t possibly make sense, rogues were wolves who did not belong to a pack; they didn’t follow rules, embraced their wolves more than anything in the world, spat at their human sides, and went against Goddess in more ways than one. I never had the unluckeyness to ever run into one of them before, but from what I was told as a child and taught in school, what Emrys drilled into my head, and much more, I always knew rogues were awful and deadly. They would kill any wolf in a pack in a heartbeat because they love messing up pack orders and wolves usually follow pack orders, both given orders and hierarchy, like a religion. “Rouges don’t follow a leader unless-”

All Sigmas heads are shaved monthly to take away their beauty. “Come,” he held his hand out to me. As I took his hand, sparks shot through my entire body, and in that moment, I never wanted to let go. He led me outside. We were surrounded by woods. Many people surrounded the house. They were in deep discussion with each other. Along the outskirts of the small property, I could see tents set up, some merchant tents, others with couches and beds thrown in them. Rope lights hung from the trees and pathway lights lit up walking trails from one tent to the next. There was a huge firepit in the middle. It reminded me of a gypsy’s camp.

The scenery couldn’t be worst, the gold diggers transform themselves and two others drew knives, coming to us, enraged, by listening Geffrey say: “They are looters, they came to steal your gold, attack them.” Uncle Ronan turns his head back his appearance distorted and howls, transforming himself in a gray scary mortal wolf, going after Geffrey who was running down the road. The bullets whirred everywhere and the gold diggers grouped themselves to attack us. Far away, uncle Quinn enters a knife fight with two gold diggers, hitting them not giving a chance to escape, but the other is able to sink a knife in his thigh. When getting ready for a second blow on uncle Quinn’s ribs, Adam hits him w