Rouge Riders Novels & Stories

These men were peers of the realm and would not murder her or otherwise harm her like the highwaymen she'd first believed last night. Her friend Anne Chessley had told her quite a bit about Godric and his friends. She'd called them the League of Rogues, a name she'd whispered half afraid and half fascinated. They were men without rules and morals as far as she knew, if one could trust gossip and stories printed in The Quizzing Glass Gazette.

I quickly wrapped my arms tightly around him, my chest pressing firmly against his back as the bike sped out of the penthouse. The cool night air brushed against my skin as Lysander weaved through the streets of the Rogue Kingdom, expertly avoiding trailers and cars. I didn’t miss the way people who seemed to recognize them cheered as we passed by. Soon, they pulled into the parking lot of a high-end clubhouse with a glittering sign that read The Devil’s Riders Clubhouse.

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."

“Now.” I swallowed hard and nodded. We couldn’t stay here. If Luca’s warriors had found us once, they would find us again. The rogues who were still able to fight gathered around Damien, their faces hardened with determination. Mira was among them, a gash on her temple bleeding sluggishly, but she didn’t seem to care. “Where to?” I asked, adjusting the dagger on my belt. Damien’s gaze flickered to me, assessing. “There’s an abandoned outpost a few miles west. We regroup there.”

The Guardian Rogue Chapter 4 Hayden arrived in Springfield well after the sun had risen. It had taken him another two hours to fight through the morning rush-hour traffic to get to the area where Jessica most likely entered the city. He was muttering under his breath as he drove. He would have much preferred to have shifted and followed Jessica. It would have been easier and much faster, but when returning an angry daughter to an Alpha while she is kicking and screaming, he had to have a vehicle to transport her in.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

If the rogue was looking at rain, then this was going to be worse than what I thought it was. "I said the same thing, and Owen was very certain that the rogue was looking at Rain and not them." Dennis said, and when I looked at him, I could see the anger that he held in them that Luna's life was being threatened. "I want to know where this rogue came from and who, if any, sent him" I said with authority and both Alex and Dennis nodded their heads standing up and walking out the door. I let out a sigh, looking out the window, and thinking back to this morning and all the anger that has just built up with the new information that Rain might be the target and that my baby is in trouble. I look

17. A blast Rogue's POV I turned to my left and quirked an eyebrow at Igor, 'So you were saying I'm not safe in the city!' I spoke, making sure I sounded cynical even on the link. He was enjoying the company of the bikers, who called themselves The Drifters. Not to mention that they welcomed us royally with loud hooting and some shots fired from their guns in the air. I was given a special treatment and called a king. The clubhouse's whores were plucked from the bed of whomever they were entertaining and presented to me.

All Sigmas heads are shaved monthly to take away their beauty. “Come,” he held his hand out to me. As I took his hand, sparks shot through my entire body, and in that moment, I never wanted to let go. He led me outside. We were surrounded by woods. Many people surrounded the house. They were in deep discussion with each other. Along the outskirts of the small property, I could see tents set up, some merchant tents, others with couches and beds thrown in them. Rope lights hung from the trees and pathway lights lit up walking trails from one tent to the next. There was a huge firepit in the middle. It reminded me of a gypsy’s camp.