Shadow And Rouge Novels & Stories

“Rouge... harder, please—” I panicked. I needed to get out. I took a shaky step backward, my hand reaching for the doorknob. Rouge stopped. He froze completely mid-thrust, his thick, rigid length still buried deep inside his woman. The woman looked confused. Slowly, terrifyingly, Rouge turned his head over his scarred shoulder. His eyes weren't silver. They weren't icy blue. They were a burning, lethal crimson. The moment his gaze locked onto mine, I felt that again, I am in danger...

Finn shifted instantly with a savage snarl, his wolf exploding outward as he slammed into one of the moving shadows. But his claws passed through it. “What the hell?!” Sophie shouted. The shadow twisted around Finn’s arm like smoke before throwing him violently across the ruins. “FINN!” He crashed into one of the stone pillars hard enough to crack it. Garett shifted next. Then Tobias. The entire ruins exploded into chaos. Dark figures poured from between the pillars now, humanoid shapes made entirely from shadow and glowing gold eyes. Not rogues. Not wolves. Something else. Cedric shouted sharply, “Protect Maya!”

This was a moment of crucial importance – a chance to uncover the intentions of the Rogues and understand the threat they posed to Shadow City. Emilia's confident voice filled the room as she began to explain her findings. Her words were clear and concise, painting a picture of the Rogues' activities and their presence in the human world. She elaborated on their engagement in illicit activities, from drug trafficking to arms trade, and the vast network they had built over the past six decades.

An Alpha growl. “Adrian,” I hiss, then ignore him as Nyx pushes further in the dark passage. Suddenly, Nyx stops moving. My gaze drops and I see it. A shadow clinging to Cassie's leg, stretching long and twisted. ‘What’s that?’ I snap at Nyx. ‘Rogue's shade,’ he growls at the same time as Adrian. I can tell he already knows what that shadow is too. The shadow turns slowly towards us and busses when it sees us. Its claws scrape against the floor, then it vanishes into the air.

She took another shot. “I smell a lot of humans around here.” “Me too, probably nosy humans or coroners.” We followed the footprints carefully, ensuring we wouldn’t destroy our evidence. I noticed broken twigs, muddy fresh leaves, and smudges on the ground. “He was here.” I sniffed the air. “Definitely a rogue. The stench he left.” “A male rogue. Yeah. Something different in his smell, though.” Shadow stopped and turned to me. “How did I smell when you first met me? They said a rogue stinks like rotten animals.”

“We are not ferals. We are not wild beasts with aimless thoughts, and erratic bloodlust. We are a pack…we are the Shadow Rogues.” “Shadow Rogues?!” Toran exclaimed from behind. “They…Shadow Rogues…don’t exist! It’s a myth…fairytale!” Merari shook her head. “No, we’re very real,” she said. “And if we are going against Dronnigan, then you are going to need us. You’re going to need all the help you can get.”

To my right, just beyond where she’d been headed for, a shadow detaches from the trees, catching my attention. Then the smell hits me. Rogue. A guttural growl rips from my chest, fury exploding in me. My wolf slams against the barrier of my control, demanding to break free and shift again. I snatch her by the arm, yanking her up so hard her feet leave the ground. She cries out, twisting to slap my hand away but I haul her against my chest and spin, putting my body between her and the shadow lunging from the trees. The Rogue bursts through the underbrush, eyes glowing a sick yellow while froth drips from its muzzle.

Layna shifted uncomfortably, her unease palpable, as The Shadows closed in, their icy, unforgiving energy enveloping us like a shroud. The Shadows' presence was a balm to my fractured soul, a beacon of hope in the darkness. I knew they possessed the power to revive Roxy, to defy even death itself. The only unknown was the terrible price they would exact in return. I held out my sliced palm, offering them the payment they demanded.

Four rogues on him. Zora's there. Teeth flashing. Bodies dropping. She throws back her head. Howls. Not her clan call. Ours. "FOR SHADOWPEAK!" Her rogues echo. "FOR SHADOWPEAK!" The corrupted rogues press harder. Wave after wave. My muscles scream. Lungs burning. Legs shaking. Keep fighting. Aria stumbles. I'm there. Standing over her while she catches breath. A rogue lunges at her exposed side. My teeth find his spine. Crack. He drops.

Everyone bought up their thoughts. "By the way, who was this mysterious red-eyed maybe-wolf who fished rogues in the human world? Is he a pack wolf or not?" the boy beside me asked. Few said he was a pack wolf and few said, rogue. "Shadow gang", I said. It's a gang of rouges. Assassins. They were ruthless. They had close connections with the human underworld. They were involved in drugs, weapons, smuggling, and many other illegal businesses. They were renowned for their perfection rate. If they took over a task, they would complete it with 100 percent. Royal packs and many others trying to get rid of that gang for years. For the past 4 years, they have been isolated and we thought they had b