Rouge Novel Novels & Stories

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“Rogues don’t like long around this pack and you will be no different.” “Strange.” I muttered, tilting my head to taunt the blonde, showing her I wasn’t afraid. “Then how are you still alive? You smell worse than the bog of compost behind the cabin where I lived. Why hasn’t he killed you yet?” The she-wolf who’s name I didn’t know, snarled, her eyes flashing a deep red, telling me that my taunt had worked. “How dare you!? I’ll kill you where you stand you bitch.” She hollered angrily.

Gross, this guy just does not give up. Spinning on my toes, I turn and look the rogue in the eyes. Anger is coursing through me at this point, and I am sure that my eyes are glowing silver. "I told you to get lost," I growl at him. He takes a step back from my growl and he stares at me. "Well, well, well. You don’t smell like a wolf," he says sniffing my hair.

He had been wandering alone in the forest lately, looking for Owen, but the forest was too big to wander far and he didn't want to stray too far from the pack, so he'd been coming up empty-handed. Her eyes were filled with concern and a bit of fear, so he thought Daphne was afraid they would be attacked again. “Don't worry, Daphne, I won't let him hurt you again!” Daphne smiled at him, “I believe you, but the rogue attack is worrying, I heard Mamie say that rogue are creatures that rarely act in groups and have a hard time communicating... But it's scary to think that they could poison the water. Why would they do that? What do they get out of it?”

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

The same igniting feelings of possessiveness and madness raised when the thought of another wolf touching her entered his mind. Raymond's grip over the glass tightened at the possibility of that Rogue hugging her, touching her--- Fuck! He threw the glass on the floor burning in anger. He couldn't held the rage he felt before his loud growl called for his beta and the panicked man arrived shortly finding his Alpha pacing back and forth not looking really great. He frowned. "Alpha is everything alright?" Raymond didn't reply instead look at him with a glare startling the confused beta. "Ron I want you to send someone else to serve that Rogue next meal. Alice wouldn't go anymore." Ron felt a sl

The dew-covered grass appears to be covered in a layer of silver as the light from the moon above reflects off the dewdrops. I almost sigh in relief at the sight of it. But a shadow flickers on the ground and I freeze, my bow already poised and ready to shoot. The all-too familiar black leather with the silver raven emblem of the rogues stitched into the back comes into view, making my head spin. A rogue called me here. . . It’s clearly a male from the broadness of the shoulders and the cropped dark hair. Blood soaks his left arm, and I could see from the way the shoulders heave with each breath that he is in pain.

Gayle asked suddenly, making me jump. “I’m just trying to get a book,” I said, pointing. “That one.” “Normally, you’d ask permission,” she said, “but Keith and I have another way.” “What way?” “Jump and grab it. You’re a wolf.” “The impact might send the shelf crashing down.” “I’ll hold it,” she said with a grin. “Fair.” I jumped, snagged the book, and landed lightly. As I turned, Gayle eyed the cover. “What are you actually looking for?”

I was happy and I had all the things I could possibly dream of having, but it sure as hell wasn't an easy ride to get here. "Take a moment to imagine our pack captured a rogue and that rogue just happened to be my mate. Continue imagining that this rogue used sarcasm as a natural defence and had an answer for basically everything. Now imagine our father was the reason this rogue was a rogue in the first place and she had nothing left so she pretty much demanded that I earn her trust, to prove I was nothing like our father. Imagine that I did this for almost two weeks, only seeing this rogue three times in that period, during which time I killed two guards and almost killed our Alpha. Imagine

I take a break from my work and hunt down and kill rogues that have gone insane. Unlike most werewolves, I don’t kill all rogues, just the ones that are insane. That is why I said that the werewolf treatment of rogues is a problem. Often, wolves who have gone rogue to escape a bad situation and are seeking shelter, are killed or imprisoned simply because they are rogues. Ugh. This annoys me so much. Innocent people are killed because of herd mentality. Why can’t the pack wolves see that some rogues are not bad?