Shadow And Rouge Novels & Stories

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

For the past couple of years, the shadow pack has been peaceful. So peaceful that the alpha's council took the liberty to turn their attention to me, paying rogues to get rid of me. The man doesn't talk as he leads me up a set of winding stairs. The ceiling arches higher and higher until it disappears completely into shadows. Pale lanterns hang on the stairway, illuminating the path with a sick yellow light. I hug my shoulders, feeling the chill. Why's everywhere so... dark? Ominous was a better word. If I'm expecting an answer, I don't get any. Just the steady echo of boots against velvet carpet that runs like a trail of blood as the man marches on. I know I'll never look at runways the sam

The misdeeds of the humans would instead become food for the vampires who could not control their bloodlust. Alex turned his attention back to his surroundings. His sharp gaze searched every face present. He knew that in this dark gathering, every word and gesture had a deeper meaning than what met the eye. And if Alex had lost his way, there was no guarantee that he would leave this place alive. Alex's eyes were now fixed on the two central figures that dominated the atmosphere - Lucius Bloodthorn, the leader of the Rival Vampire Clan, and Damian Nightshade, the leader of the Ancient Vampire Clan. Alex knew this familiar atmosphere by heart, where the presence of the two central figures alw

What if he is a rogue? No. Rogues didn't command shadow wolves. Rogues didn't possess golden eyes, the mark of absolute royalty. The dull, rhythmic throb beneath my bandages suddenly flared up, cutting off my wild thoughts. The sheer exhaustion of dying, coming back to life, and slapping Freya had finally caught up with me. My limbs felt like heavy lead. I crawled under the duvet, begging the Moon Goddess for just one night of dreamless peace. No nightmares. No betrayals. No ghosts of tomorrow.

I should have made his death slow and painful, but I hadn’t been able to hold back my wolf. Nika let out a deep breath before speaking. “It’s obvious we are in rogue territory,” she said, glancing around. “There are many alphas ruling over rogue groups, and the Shadow Alpha is one of them.” “The Shadow Alpha, just as his name suggests, is not someone you want to mess with. He is the most brutal among the rogues. He doesn’t just kill for fun, he wipes out entire families for the smallest crime committed by one person.” Damn.

HUNT I could sense the doubt in the air the second she walked into the cabin. The rouge was petite and I could sense the fire within her, yet I knew she wasn't a threat to the pack. The other shifters however didn't trust the rogue one bit. Every shifter in this room gave up their freedom to their own thoughts and feelings when they submitted themselves to me as their master. Of course, they couldn't know the amount of power I held over them. They knew enough not to question my decisions. Yet, I still heard their doubts and felt the suspicion as they watched her sit in the dining hall with us.

Andrew scowled. “I’m not saying for you to challenge him.” James scoffed. “Then what are you talking about?” Andrew frowned. “As of this moment, I have hundreds of rogues ready to invade Shadow Mountain. Once we wipe out the Shadow family line, we will take over. The majority of the rogues want to stay and be a part of OUR pack. I’ve found that a lot of them are strong warriors, and I’ve decided which of them will be a part of our Alpha unit.” James said patting his grandson on the back.

Shadow spun, claws raking across a rogue’s throat, leaping over another as she commanded the warriors, her mind-link a constant hum of tactics and encouragement. But there were too many. The rogues swarmed, their madness driving them forward despite the traps, despite the death around them. Shadow lunged at the largest rogue, one almost the size of a bear, its fur matted with blood, its eyes empty of sanity. They crashed together, claws and teeth tearing, mud flying.

“So, what about that mark?” Looking at it closely now, it looked like a crescent moon that had fangs on each of its ends with half the face of a wolf on the side of it. “Shadow Rogues…” The five of us said in unison. “Shadow Rogues?” Alpha Rudolf asked in confusion. Wendell nodded his head. “Yes, so basically, you weren’t targeted by just any ordinary rogues. They’re a pack.” “To be specific, they’re an underling pack of a bigger rebellion pack called Silver Rogues. Compared to them, they are far stronger.”

“Where is she?” The rogue with the torn ear stepped closer, his fur bristling. “She is with him.” My voice dropped, sharp as a blade. “With who?” The rogue’s lips curled back. “The Shadow Alpha.” Everything inside me went still. “I don’t know that name,” I said, steadying my voice even though my mind raced. “You will,” the rogue rasped. “He waits for you.” I didn’t wait for more. I lunged. The world turned into claws, snarls, ripping fur, broken bones. I tore through the first rogue so fast his body hit the ground before the others even reacted. The second tried to circle me...he didn’t make it more than two steps. The third tried to run.