Rogues Of Hell Novels & Stories

’ She hissed at me, venom in her words. Venom. ‘But this – it’s dangerous.’ ‘Dangerous? Do you think we would encounter a rogue here of all places?’ She asked. ‘There are no rogues –‘ she paused and I flinched – “in the Capital.’ Eyes darker than the night stared at me with a burning hatred. Jaws unhinged and saliva pooling on the ground. I took a step back and the rogues mirrored my movements. Rogues. There were three of them and they all had death in their eyes.

The darkness outside mirrored the darkness that lurked within their hearts, and a surge of anger and determination coursed through my veins. Rogues—the very word sent shivers down my spine. They were a blight upon our world, a threat to the harmony and stability we fought so hard to maintain. Their existence was a constant reminder of the chaos that lurked in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity to strike and tear apart everything we held dear.

Lady Karheel showed me the light, Alastair, too, and I know many people would come into my life as well. I was lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice Alastair has stopped walking. He held my arm and pulled me on his back. “Alastair?” “Shh...” “What's wrong? What's happened—” I was cut off short with a loud howl. I flinched. Alastair cursed under his breath. “F*ck. The rogues...” My widened eyes trembled in fear. Rogues... Rogues are untamed wolves. They crave blood and death. They kill anyone they want until their very last breath. They follow no one.

his gaze stared briefly at them. “ Raped? " Rogues were known for a whole lot of devious things, and rape was certainly not out.” What happened to them afterward?” I was curious as I noticed them take a step forward.” They died.” He replied just the answer I expected. No one would want to live after going through something this horrible. Rogues weren't as merciful as the devil was believed to be.” Are you scared?” He asked, and without waiting, I shifted into my golden wolf; the sudden terror on the rogue's face didn't go unnoticed as a gasp left Hen's mouth.

John Even the most courageous men would have been terrified by the terrible symphony of sounds that erupted from the rogues' huge clamoring after I had protected her. There were cries, moans, and growls among the many voices. Their goal was blood. I was, too. They had a rotten stench, wild and untamed, like charred skin and decay. I was aware. This was no haphazard ambush. Rogues never coordinated, moved in unison, or operated as a pack. Rogues existed for a purpose.

“Xander, who were the wolves yesterday? They looked... um... crazed, like they wanted to kill us.” "Rogues are werewolves expelled from their pack or who have chosen to leave. Their disheveled fur and foul scent, reminiscent of rotten eggs, signal their feral nature, marked by red eyes. They often behave more like animals than humans, driven by primal instincts, and typically do not work well together. Rogues can be good or evil; some kill out of revenge, while others act on wild urges. Good rogues seek independence and do not wish to harm others, mainly known as lone wolves. They do not want trouble with anyone."

“Is that what's been wrong with you this whole time?” She cuts me a glare but nods. “I wouldn’t have gone this way, but it’s faster.” “I appreciate you not taking this route the first time,” I whisper, a chill running up my spine. “What’s the difference between a soulless rogue and a hellhound? I don’t think we have hellhounds where I’m from, but we have rogues.” Ours aren’t soulless, though. They just don’t swear allegiance to an Alpha or the king.

I reach down and try and get the metal rope that is tied around my feet off, but it’s so tight and my fingers are so cold I can’t get it. That’s when I heard them. Rogues. They can smell fresh meat from anywhere. I see one in the distance, and then another. They approach me and I start screaming, trying desperately to shift, but my wolf is unreachable. Wolfsbane. One of them stands in front of me, and I am terrified. It’s huge and when I look into its eyes they are almost lifeless. My father told me that there are two kinds of rogues, some are simply wolves without packs, while others have a sickness, almost like rabies. I know what kind these are. A second and a third come forward and one o

"If you did, you would not be so confident right now. You'd be looking out that window, worrying." That caught Samir's attention, but he said nothing. "My husband is a member of the League of Rogues." Samir seemed a little confused. "Rogues? Does that not mean criminal?" "It means they do not play by the rules. I doubt you've ever heard of them. If you had, you would know what sort of man you are dealing with." Her captor's lips twitched, amused. "And what sort is that?" "A man who no doubt has already freed himself from your prison and is taking out the ship's crew one by one." She struggled to stand, still holding her dress together as she faced him boldly.

I’m not sure because I’ve stopped listening and have joined everyone else in this camp by stiffening and listening to the forest. It’s Cassian who makes the call as to what it is, and the tone of his voice is grave. “Rogues.” I don’t know much about my new shifter world yet, but I know enough to understand what that means. Rogues are wolves who have no pack, no kingdom, and no one to answer to. That makes them dangerous. “A lot of fucking nerve you have coming anywhere close to this camp,” Cassian adds, louder, his voice powerful and commanding.