Rogues Of Hell Novels & Stories

The one who I knew instantly to be the beta was similar to the Alpha, with scars and muscles that littered his body, though he had short Sandy blonde hair with green eyes. The others littered around were much of the same, men of all shapes and sizes, each one different from the last. I had never seen a man before, the only person I had ever known was my mother, and she was far from as muscular or large as those who stood waiting for me to show myself, perhaps so they could kill me. Pack wolves were not known to be merciful towards rogues, not even rogues were merciful to she-wolfs that didn’t belong to a pack, they saw us as vulnerable and easy targets for the taking. Or so mother told me.

I had my life all together, I got the job I always dreamt of, I got my boss’s trust and was promoted to vice manager of the bank with at just twenty-four, I was engaged and in love with Igor, I never thought he could have used me that way. The real truth is that Igor was never a sweet and harmless insurance agent he made me believe he was. I was sleeping with a cold blooded bandit, capable of fooling me, stealing, murdering and then treating me to death. I never met knew him as I naively thought I did, Igor was a Kedrak, Iuri’s bastard son, therefore, illegitimate brother of Ivan. A cold blooded genius thief that got close to me with only one purpose: hack into my computer, acquire the safe

Unlike how I found him unconscious and butt naked. "Why did you leave your pack, Peyton?" He questions, eyes never leaving mine. "Stepping foot into this land as an exiled wolf makes you nothing but a rogue. And we do kill rogues, or lock them up because they're never to be trusted." The lines on his forehead are furrowing as he makes this known to me.

The door was solid metal and rusted and the building numbers had fallen off long ago. Jason went to the door and knocked, giving me a here we go look. The door creaked open slowly. I had never understood pack members distaste for rogues until the scent of this man hit my nostrils. He smelled of rancid milk that had been left out in the sun. I didn’t understand what it was until Jason pushed himself between us to guard me from the man. “Can I help you?” The man asked. Squaring up solidly with Jason.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

His fur was dripping wet from the pond I had been about to jump into, and the excitement of my escape vanished when his heavy paw pressed down onto the center of my back, his claws digging into my skin. I groaned from the impact, my ribs protesting as I tried to wiggle free and failed due to the enormous wolf holding me down. A combination of fear and a thrilling kind of excitement that I didn’t quite recognize filled me as he released a low, threatening growl and goosebumps rose along my skin. We rarely had rogues this close to the border, but this was no ordinary rogue. From my brief glimpse of him, I knew I was in trouble before he had collided with me. He was twice the size of any ordina

Moving away from Noah and Finn, they slowed down, and I waved them off. “The kids can tell you where to go. I’ll catch up.” “Nate!” Waving behind me, I strode up the guys. “What’s up?” “I think we have an issue.” My eyes narrowed. “What is it?” “We caught some wolves trespassing on the northeast side. We aren’t sure what to do with them. They aren’t anyone we know, and I thought we should grab you before they get any deeper.” “Rogues or…?” Jorge shook his head. “They are rogues, but they haven’t been for a while. Like they just left their pack.”

A loud gasp tore out of my mouth as the fear shut through me. Dylan instantly raised up his head and he looked over at me and this time it wasn't Dylan that I had talked with this evening or the one that told Jake to protect me. He was different , fully clothed with blood and his sword dragging out and his eyes red in rage . All that I could see at this moment was the full blown monster that I have told about . Right now he wasn’t Dylan that I knew , he was “the rogue king” . “Bring me the princess” I heard his voice roar through the hall.

I tell you man, they are becoming more organized now, something has them bothered. ‘Fucking great! Where are you?!’ ‘The north near the Canadian side. They took up a page from Black Haven to try and used boats to sneak in!’ Rogues had been a major problem since the battle of Black Haven over a year ago, making my life and Melody’s Hell from time to time. It was as if as soon as we were claimed King and Queen, something had gotten to the normally calm rogue population and had turned them into a fighting force to be reconned with; marking any success we had with shutting down the old order getting marked with a battle of rogues as well. We were tired of it up the this point, the rogues not rea

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,