Shadow And Rouge Novels & Stories

And I instantly curl into myself, not even daring to breathe out a single gasp as I shakily look up into the smallest crack made into the wooden cabinet. Beta. Our Beta. Almost every part of him is stained with blood. He coughs, his body twisting against the floor. Soon the carpet is soaked with the same scarlet marring his skin. Two silhouettes. And I nearly choke on the Dominance as I see both the Shadow Alpha and Beta. It fills the room, down to every inch. The door clicks close. I can’t even find myself breathing as I see their eyes. Gold and violet. Their hands and face are both stained with Rouge blood. They don’t look sane or human. They look like creatures straight from hell, and fro

immediately it was Hunter and Blaze and they were naked completely but I didn’t have time to focus on that. “Where’s Shawna and my babies?” I asked. Hoping they knew the way she went. “Shadow went that way after them, but I don’t know how far they are.” Blaze said. “Okay Lynn, Mina they went this way.” I yelled as my wolf went off at a dead run picking up speed. If I didn’t need this speed I would be scared as shit, but fear isn’t here tonight, not now. We came up on Shadow fighting off eight rogues that were circling him. He was hurt but he was still looking deadly, especially with the half-dozen dead rogues that were at his feet. Looking out the corner of my eye I see more Rose comin

The rouge had her by her left shoulder, dragfing her with his teeth. I hears a loud growl from across and saw Asher trying to get to her. But he was already surrounded. I didn't think twice, i shifted mid-air and launched myself at the rouge. The second he saw me coming, he lets go of her shoulder and tried to move out of the way. But he wasn't fast enough and we end up slaming in to eachother. I was up just as fast as i was falling down and pounced on the rouge. The rouge tried to go for Ashers mate again but i swifted infront of him. When he tried to jump at me, i went under and bared my fangs in his neck.

The rogues, elusive shadows in the trees, revealed themselves with an eerie certainty that could have sent shivers through them if they were ordinary wolves and weren’t strong. A guttural growl resonated from the shadows, followed by the distinct rustle of bodies—rogues emerging from the cover of huge trees—and a malevolent congregation led by a figure that exuded an air of sinister authority. The leader, a formidable presence cloaked in shadows, stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with feral malice. It was a confrontation etched in the fabric of fate—the collision of opposing forces bound by an unspoken enmity.

Tucked under one arm was the Quizzing Glass Gazette, and he slowly lifted it up to peruse the articles. Lady Society's gossip column was clearly visible from where Hugo sat, and he scowled at the name. What drivel! If he could be bothered to find out who the woman was, she would have an accident that rendered her incapable of writing ever again. He was tired of her endless parade of articles that painted the League of Rogues as heroes. They weren't men to be admired or feared; they were fools. Dangerous fools. Fools he would destroy in good time. The creak of wood told him that Sheffield had shifted his chair an inch closer. When Hugo ever so discreetly peeled his own paper aside, he saw She

The last surviving rogue staggered backward, blood dripping from its muzzle. “The balance breaks…” it rasped, voice low and gurgling. “Light and shadow reborn in one vessel… the goddess plays her cruel game again…” Braxton’s growl rolled through the clearing. “What do you mean?” The rogue smiled, lips split and teeth red. “She will destroy you all… once the shadow learns to love the light.” Braxton tore out its throat before it could speak another word. The forest fell silent but for the sound of Emry’s labored breathing.

he turns to lead me to my room, but I stop him. “It’s alright. I know exactly where the room is. Just send the waiter to the room in ten to fifteen minutes.” He nods and I continue in the hallway, admiring the beautiful paintings of flowers, mountains, and rivers. After several turns, I am almost to my room when two men step out of the washroom to the right of me. I instantly notice that they are werewolves and I quickly conceal my scent, but it’s already too late. “Stop right there,” one of the men growls. I spin around to face him. “What are you doing here, Rogue?” the other man asks, spitting out the last word. I sigh.

In silence, the two locked eyes. Suddenly Pauline let out a chilling laugh. As she turned back, a syringe needle appeared in her hand. “Don’t blame me! Since you know my secret and refuse to side with me, then you all must die!” she growled. “You don’t love me anymore! You’ve fallen for Mariah, haven’t you? If that’s the case, I’ll send you to meet her like the pair of doomed lovers you are!” Her eyes glowed with madness as she lunged forward, grabbed the needle, and pierced Chandler with it.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

Harrison offered. “Thanks, but no thanks. Being rogue suits me if you haven’t noticed. It lets me walk in and out of any pack I need to and makes it easier to blend into things when I’m around humans,” Hayden said. “Let’s go inside so I can talk to Mimi and find out everything she knows.”