Rouge Novel Novels & Stories

I had to get to her. I ran through the crowd of people as they shouted out how beautiful she was. Once I reached her I was stopped in place. She truly was beautiful. She was the most beautiful she-wolf I had ever seen. Her fur was the purest white. Her eyes were ice blue. Her fur let off a glow that reminded me of the northern lights. She was magnificent. I could feel Jace jumping around, lusting for her.

she says, her eyes staring at the mark on my neck . I just nodded as I walked closer, my eyes never leaving the mat . Sylvia and I sat on the mat , it had some fruit in a basket and also the novel that I had picked that evening from the library . I figured out you might want to know more so why don’t I give you time to think. I smiled as I picked up the book “ mate bond “ . Something about it felt surreal . When I turned to the river bank ahead of me , the man had dived into the water and when he let out his head again .

The closest I'd been to a pack before settling down with the Rogues was when I was hiding away from them. “That must be fun. I've never been anywhere.,” she said in a sad tone. I inwardly huffed. Going to new places was exciting, but for years it could grow dull. It didn't help that I had to live as nondescript as possible back then. Having a safe space and home was better. That was what I found in the rogue pack. I missed it already. “Could you…can you tell me about them?” she asked. Now that was surprising.

She raised a claw to finish it off when another rogue jumped at her, knocking her off the wolf. Nora whimpered, falling to a side, leaving her ribs bruised and bleeding. Of course, rogues travelled in twos. The new rogue crouched beside the fallen rogue, sniffing it and checking if it was still alive. Nora saw her blood on a couple of fallen leaves and growled, charging at the newcomer. She gave it no breathing space as she took it down, swiping at its neck with renewed energy and anger. When it tried to howl for help, she ripped out its vocal cord and the rogue went still. Returning to the initial one, it was barely alive and struggling to get away.

The council was run by the oldest members of different packs no matter the gender. Right now we had just one female and five males. The leader of the council is the oldest person and she began to speak. “Welcome Alphas, we are here to make an important decision. We don’t need to make it a debate or tell you what we are here for but for clearing up any misunderstanding, we are gathered to make a decision. Should the rouge pack be part of us? The council would have decided on this but we have unfortunately come to a tie and incase of a tie breaker, it would be put for a public vote.”

Nova’s POV The library was silent, save for the occasional crackle of the fire in the hearth. A dozen open books surrounded me, their pages filled with old, faded scripts that blurred together in my tired mind. Liora’s journal lay at the center of it all, her precise handwriting guiding me through fragmented thoughts and cryptic hints. The Rogue King. The Forsaken Amulet. The medallion Rowena had presented at the council meeting. All of it pointed to a larger puzzle, but the pieces didn’t fit—not yet.

He smiled, and I felt the burn of the bright blush creeping over my cheeks. “I’m afraid I’m pretty boring.” I shrugged. “I’m nothing like your mother. I wish I was, but if that is what the pack was hoping for, they are going to be disappointed.” He tensed up beside me, but I continued when he kept quiet. “I love to read. Nothing major. Just normal romance novels.” “You do realize that those novels just give you ladies high hopes about real romance.” He frowned, making me laugh. “I know, but a girl can dream, can’t she? Besides, just look at your parents and how their story played out. Isn’t that the perfect example of a novel romance?” I tilted my head to one side and Liam smiled.

HUNTER Our trip to New York was less tiring than I thought, I can even say that it was a riveting trip, Maggie sleeps cuddle up in my arms while I read ‘Archer’s Voice’ by Mia Sheridan, with the cover covered in black , of course! After all, I’m tired of my friends making fun of me because I’m a MMA fighter who likes to read novels. We get to Park Central Hotel and Gary check us in, I’m so happy for Maggie being here with me I’m barely able to hide my happiness. Gary looks at us hugging in the elevator and throws a bucket of cold water on me by saying:

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

Far across the city, in the fog-wrapped forests that bordered the outskirts, a man ran on four limbs—barefoot and shirtless—toward the circle of cabins hidden within the pines. He shifted as he entered the clearing, bones snapping, muscles rearranging until he stood tall again, panting and human. Inside the largest cabin, seated before a roaring fire, was a man with golden eyes. Radiating dominance, power, and age, the Rogue Alpha didn’t move as the scout knelt before him. “She’s attending the gala, Alpha.” The golden-eyed man finally turned his head. His gaze was ancient and dangerous. “Elaina Rivers?” “Yes. She received the invitation this morning.”