Shadow And Rouge Novels & Stories

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

When we return, I promise to make everything right. Stripped of my wolf, I stood no chance against Malcolm's might. He clutched my arm so tightly it throbbed with pain. No matter how hard I fought, I could not escape his grasp. I was about to summon the guards when a sudden, fierce power surged, sending Malcolm hurtling through the air. Theodore stood firm, pulling me to safety behind him, his eyes blazing with fury as he faced Malcolm. "You'll have to get through me if you want to hurt Mila."

Luna Daisy says. “I don’t think he will,” I say. “I think he will,” King adds. I glare at him. “You’re not helping.” “Oh well, what did you expect?” he shrugs. “Anyway, I’m more interested in the part where he said his soul is standing outside, is that slang for something?” “No, his soul means his soul. He looks like Rome’s shadow, except you can feel him if he wants. It’s another complicated feature in the whole god dynamic, but yeah, his soul, his shadow, same thing…kinda.”

she whispered urgently to her mates, hoping they had been planning for this moment. Shane, Sean, Cruz, and Romeo sprang into action with a burst of coordinated energy that had been brewing beneath their tense exteriors. Shane, moving with the precision of a seasoned warrior, tackled the nearest rogue, disarming him with a swift and fluid motion that sent the rogue’s weapon clattering to the ground. His eyes blazed with determination as he delivered a quick, incapacitating blow to the rogue’s midsection, ensuring he wouldn’t rise again soon.

One of the rouges muttered. "He is so fast, we won't be able to win," Another rouge said. "We are the one outnumbered, not him," The rouge who spoke out the first time said again. Roy rushed to them and grabbed one of them by the neck. He snapped off his neck and threw him against the others so they they fell to the ground.

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.

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

“Mummy, look!” Her words pierced through my haze, and I spun around sharply, my heart leaping. The sight that greeted me sent a chill down my spine. Two black cars with their headlights glaring like eyes raced down the street toward us. The people inside, were like dark silhouettes against the glowing beams, looked dangerous hard faces, sunglasses reflecting the streetlights, and an air of menace about them that made my skin crawl. I gasped, instinctively grabbing Lily and yanking Ethan by the arm.

"My mate and I are going to remind them why Blood Moon has never fallen." We reached the gates as they splintered. Rogues poured through the gap—massive wolves with matted fur and wild eyes, driven by bloodlust and whoever was paying them. They saw Draven and hesitated. Then they saw me, and the hesitation turned to frenzy. "Shadowborn!" one of them howled. "Kill the Shadowborn!" They charged.

My shoulders roll back and my knees angle out and my hand slips into my bag without me thinking, fingers brushing the cold metal of my keys, and my heart starts pounding like it knows something I do not. Jessa’s voice drops. “Mia.” “I know,” I whisper. “You know what,” Tom asks. I do not answer because the sound of footsteps is suddenly too loud and too slow. I look up. A man is walking past our table. Tall. Broad shoulders. Hood up even though it is not cold. His eyes flick over everything without landing anywhere, and my skin crawls. Witch. The word just appears in my head like it has always been there. Right behind him is a woman with dark hair pulled back tight and a long coat that brush