Rogues Of Hell Novels & Stories

“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

“Every pack’s dangerous if you get on their bad side.” It wasn’t an answer. It was evasion. A carefully constructed wall of words that told me nothing and everything all at once. My hand instinctively reached for the blanket, pulling it higher, tighter around my chin. “But… Rogues. Aren’t Rogues always dangerous?” My voice was barely a squeak. I remembered the stories, the cautionary tales spun by elders around crackling fires. Rogues were unstable. Unpredictable. They had no laws but their own brutal instincts. They were wild.

It's just that it's temporary, he will only be given time to tell her the truth and explain everything. Hawthorne tried everything but he can't smell anything and there are no signs that there are Rogues there. Rogues are werewolves who were expelled or those who run away from their pack. They are dangerous, cunning, and also treacherous, just like Constantine Wilderheist. He stopped when he heard something. His hearing and smells heightened. "So what now? What do you hear?" Constantine asked in a stupid voice with his animated face. "Your irritating breathing."

A Rogue. A Rogue is a werewolf without a pack. They often kill any werewolf they encounter; may it be a member of a pack or a similar rogue, like them. They are vicious plunderers. And that same vicious plunderer is right in front of me, deviously smiling. “Others cannot dodge my attack so easily like that. You’re quite good, pup.” He praised me, but I don’t feel good that he did so at all. I’m scared. “W-who are you, Mister?” I tried to sound brave, but aside from stuttering, my voice also cracked.

He slowly knelt on the floor and grabbed both of her hands, she visibly flinched, “Please believe in every word that would come out of my mouth.” Olivia scrunched her brows and unconsciously bit her lip, “Go on.” Smiling, Lucius finally popped the truth. “I am a King from Hell. I have had help from both Emily and Victoria Davis to find for the woman that was destined for me and written in the scroll of prophecy. I need you, Olivia. My immortality is fading and I needed to marry the woman written in the scroll to retrieve my full immortality. I’m sure you noticed that you felt cold whenever our skin touch, it’s a sign. And now that I found you and you’re mine… we can go back to hell and marry

“You are on human territory. Not werewolf. You just hit a woman! Calm down, man. I haven’t ever seen you like this.” “Yeah, well, rogues deserve to rot in hell. If they can give my sister back, maybe I’ll think about not wiping them off the face of the earth!” Solaris laughed, rolling her shoulders. “You hate rogues because they took your sister? You realize rogues are mercenaries, right? Someone, probably Hunters, hired them to do the dirty work. You stupid wolf.” “GIVE ME MY SISTER BACK, YOU FUCKING ROGUE!” I yelled, pushing against Charles as he held me back.

“What happened to him after?” “It’s a she.” Kate scratches her hair. “I don’t know, last I saw her she was suited with a nozzle and heavily sedated. Those idiots don’t know how unpredictable those creatures are. No one can tame them.” “Where was this?” “Hamburg?” “Hamburg?” I almost choked on my drink, that place had completed wiped out an entire population of wolves and humans alike. “And they tracked you all the way out here?” “No.” Kate tosses me a look that asks if I’m that dumb. “The Hunter’s arcane is forever moving. There’s a whole system beneath ground. It’s only their headquarters that’s stationary and no one knows where it is.”

A familiar but disgusting scent reached my nose as well, trying to overpower that of Calla. I knew who they were. “Rogues.” My beast roared inwardly, seeking bloodshed but I had to pry silently, then attack them unexpectedly. Rogues are wolves that have been banished from a pack and now roams freely. Rogues are widely despised because they are seen as outcasts, people who had betrayed the pack as a whole. Their presence wasn't welcome anywhere. The rogues at that point in time weren't my main problem, my eyes keenly scanned the area where her scent lingered heavily.

I pray I never witness recognition from the black rogues. The black rogues were a group of hoodlums who dropped out of school to form their own school of evil. They are brutal and fierce. They are mostly used for killing, kidnapping, and causing chaos in the totem of the wolves. "I didn't do anything wrong to the black rogues! In fact, I have never seen them before," I responded, looking so confused about why she could ask me such a question. "Stop pretending here, Amaya! I can help you if you come out plain to me," she advised.

It was only then that I realized that perhaps that was all she knew. What had she gone through to make her so guarded? What had she suffered? What had taught her to only run? She had no doubt suffered under the hands of a pack. ‘Traditional packs’ she called them. I wished I could find out whoever hurt her, what pack had made her this wary. But that wasn't how life worked. Once upon a time, rogues were associated with something else. Wild. Rabid. Power hungry. That they were only there to kill, wreak havoc, and destroy. Stories were always told with rogues as mindless antagonists whom packs would prevail over.