Sting And Rogue Novels & Stories

The sound of his shift was thunder in the small space. I pressed myself against the back wall of the cave, and my legs gave out. The stone bit into my back. The heat still pulsed through me, a sick rhythm that made everything blur at the edges, and I watched the fight like it was happening underwater. Bastian's wolf was a monster. Black fur, one ear torn, shoulders thick as boulders. He caught the first rogue by the throat and threw it against the cave wall hard enough that I heard bones crack. But the second rogue was already on his flank, and the third circled toward the fire, toward me.

When I turned around and looked at Luke, I knew there was only one thing I could do. I took a deep breath, this next part was not going to be easy. “I’ll do you one better.” I said, trying to sound confident. “I, Alpha Hudson Evergreen, hereby resign from being Alpha of the Red Ridge pack and declare myself a Rogue.” I fell to my knees, gritting my teeth and panting heavily to fight the pain that surged through me. Occupied with the pain, I almost didn’t register the shocked gasps and voices coming from the crowd.

My voice carried, and while I was concerned that someone might interrupt me before I got to take a swing, I couldn't control my temper. "You own nothing, Rogue. You aren't welcome here." His lip curled in disgust, and he snarled as he spoke to me, a speck of spit flying out of his mouth. "That's the beautiful thing about being a rogue, Ethan. I go and do whatever the fuck I want," I said, stepping forward until I was only a few feet away. "What do you want from me?" He hadn't moved back, and that was both stupid and admirable. Any smart man or woman would have run by now. Yet, he was holding his ground.

“I don’t know about that. Compassion and strength go hand in hand. They also come in pairs.” “Shut up, Lor, and focus on your magic. I’m not adding more work to my plate.” Her cackle echoed in the forest, but she bounded ahead of me. That was the last thing I wanted. I was sure it was the last thing the rogues wanted as well. An Alpha of a pack as the Rogue King. Solaris made sense. I didn’t.

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I didn't mean to be rude but interrupting your special day and staining the dress of your beautiful bride. It's just that it's been a while since I saw you. Jackson Will Smith. The bravest and fastest. They've praised you rather frequently for being known as a rogue that made his own pack. You're notorious to us, just as we're to you." He asked with a scornful look. He shifted his gaze to mine and smiled ruefully.

"Just me," Greyson croaked. "You know it's the smart thing to do. There's no point in slaughtering a whole pack." "You think I care about how many people I have control over? Do you think I care about that when my mate is lying dead in my arms!" Rogue roared. He threw Greyson to the side, kicking him onto the floor. "You will all die! I will kill you all for what you have done. None of you will live to see next week." Rogue looked down at Stacey and brushed her hair away from his face, smiling down at her. "Everything I will do to this pack will be for you, my love," he whispered. "I promise, I will make them suffer." He then walked towards the woods, not looking back at the pack. "If any of

“I didn’t even think there were still two hundred of them left.” “Neither did I.” He whispered. Taking a deep breath and wiping some of the rain of my face, I rolled my shoulders. “Is it just Hunters?” He nodded. “As soon as we raised the banner of the Rogue King, all rogues they had employed, vacated the area. Most didn’t even stay within state lines.”

The door was solid metal and rusted and the building numbers had fallen off long ago. Jason went to the door and knocked, giving me a here we go look. The door creaked open slowly. I had never understood pack members distaste for rogues until the scent of this man hit my nostrils. He smelled of rancid milk that had been left out in the sun. I didn’t understand what it was until Jason pushed himself between us to guard me from the man. “Can I help you?” The man asked. Squaring up solidly with Jason.

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.

Gross, this guy just does not give up. Spinning on my toes, I turn and look the rogue in the eyes. Anger is coursing through me at this point, and I am sure that my eyes are glowing silver. "I told you to get lost," I growl at him. He takes a step back from my growl and he stares at me. "Well, well, well. You don’t smell like a wolf," he says sniffing my hair.