Rogues Of Hell Novels & Stories

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

Blood stained the ground, and bodies were scattered everywhere—both rogues and Crescent Stone warriors lying lifeless in the chaos. "Damn it," Ravena growled under her breath, her eyes scanning the battlefield. "These b*stards," she muttered angrily. The scene before her was horrifying. The rogues weren’t acting like normal wolves—they were wild, almost feral. Their eyes glowed an unnatural red, their movements were jerky and unpredictable, and they seemed to have bursts of strength. Ravena clenched her fists. The warrior who had reported to them was right. Something was seriously wrong with the rogues. They weren’t just attacking; they were in a crazed, drug-like frenzy. Ravena turned to th

Flashback: ARACHNE’S P.O.V “Promise me!” Helena’s voice cuts through the room like a blade, ragged and desperate. She’s dying. Bleeding out, trembling, and barely holding on. I grip her hand, heart pounding loud enough for both of us to hear. “Hel, please—”

Whatever was going through her mind was cold and cruel. "Real soon," Connor added as he walked out of the house and joined his sister. I gave them one last wave and they walked away from our house to do what needed to be done while I turned my attention back to Luca and the new guy who was in our living room now. "Who were they?" Luca asked monotonously. "Just friends," I shrugged. "They were rogues. They shouldn't have been in the territory," Luca growled. He may have been my sister's Third in Command but that didn't give him the right to go all wolf on my ass. Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself.

"Unfortunately, being a creation of a lesser God made Raguel not immune to defeat. He met his match when he encountered the dangerous werewolf tyrant, Crustblood the Terrible, a descendant of Argo who was also a powerful wizard. Crustblood's wolf, Draven, was a strong and cunning creature. During the battle, Draven deceived Raguel, by pretending he had lost and was lying helpless on the ground. As Raguel approached him, Draven used forbidden magic and devoured the lesser deity. This act instantly endowed Draven with immense power and a desire for independence, establishing his own will. He trapped his human in the depths of his mind and consumed his soul as well. "Draven transformed into a l

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

Warriors staggered, some dropping to one knee as the tremors rippled outward. “What the—” someone shouted. Then they came. From beneath the sand, hands burst through the surface. Then arms. Then bodies. Rogues. Thousands of them. They clawed their way up from the earth like demons rising from hell, red eyes glowing, lips pulled back in snarls that dripped with hunger and madness. The air filled with growls, howls, the stench of bloodlust so thick it made my wolf slam against my chest. Solomon stood still, his posture ready for battle. “Formation!”

My mother closes the mind link and stands next to my father, who checks our invites by the two Crescent Moon warriors. Rogues are wolves who have been banished or rejected from their packs. The majority of rogues are criminals; they have no rules or morals. They attack at the slightest sign of weakness, raping women and killing anyone in their path. In other words, they cause chaos and destruction.

Lucius asks and we all look at Fenrir, considering he was the expert. “The Pure Rogues have last time I checked. 2,000 strong. These rogues have never been defeated. They move like shadows, the ultimate assassins. They never get involved in pack disputes. I’m surprised you didn’t notice when you four were training at Silver Moon.” He says and I look at them and they furrow their eyebrows.

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.