Sting And Rogue Novels & Stories

I nod, understanding the logic, "God, he got so mad when he found me, he yelled and called me a fucking idiot a million times. But when his buddies saw me there, he lied and told them I was his girlfriend and I would be joining them whether they wanted me to or not. The rest of the guys were super angry too. Except Rogan. You know, the big teddy bear? He's a sweetheart. He just shrugged and said congratulations on the girlfriend." The thought of a rogue being a sweetheart or a teddy bear has my mind short-circuiting for a second. They're supposed to be feral beasts who listen to no authority and don't give a shit about anything. People describe rogues as borderline literal animals, not... ju

The doom gang had started celebrating their success in the mission they completed yesterday. They are all in a club partying. Sting steps into the club and he is immediately surrounded by girls. Prostitutes to be precise. Sting never liked women. He hated the mare sight of them. He believes that they are all nothing but gold diggers so he treated them as he wished. Killing a woman wasn't difficult for him at all. His heart is as hard as a rock. "Hi handsome." one of the girls said. She is quite tall, six and a half feet tall to be precise. She is wearing a mini skirt which only covered her butt and her top was mainly just a net which revealed her bra covered breasts. She leaned close to Stin

"This ring looks like it could settle me for life. You know, I'm thinking I might steal it from you and sell it. How many carats of gold?" "Six? Seven? I don't know. Plus, they're other precious stones there too. It's kinds heavy on my finger so I just carry it in a purse" "I'm stealing your ring, Jules", Meg said, reaching for it Juliet danced out of reach. "I'll fucking kill you if you touch it, Meghan Summers. I'll kill you and eat your body!" Meghan laughed. "Don't be such a cannibal, Jules. I'm sure Leonard won't like it"

Atlas’s massive form becomes a wall of fury as he leaps over a fallen pillar to shield me, his claws rending a rogue’s throat in a spray of dark crimson. ​I swing the dagger at a third attacker. Its torso ignites in blinding silver light, the rogue crumpling in a cloud of ash with a dying screech that echoes off the ancient oaks. The dagger’s wrath is lethal, tied directly to my blood—a guardian, just as the visions promised. Aria’s growl is a triumphant blaze that makes my veins sing. ​The remaining rogues hesitate, fear flickering in their compelled, crimson eyes. But then, a low, unnatural horn echoes from the ridges.

Unlike my mother, his eyes were dry. "This is a mistake," he said simply. "Maybe." "The Rogue King will use you." "Like Dalton did?" He flinched. "That's different." "How?" "Dalton loved you, in his way. The Rogue King isn't capable of love." "Good. Love seems overrated anyway." I tried to pass, but he blocked me. "If you leave, you can never come back." "I know." "The Alpha will declare you rogue. Every pack in the territory will be your enemy."

"My group has information about rogue movements in the northern territories. There's something brewing there, a coalition forming under a leader who's smarter than most. They're already putting pressure on the Silverfang Pack's borders, and it's only a matter of time before they start looking at BlackClaw territory." It was plausible enough. Rogue coalitions formed periodically, usually falling apart within months due to internal power struggles, but occasionally persisting long enough to cause real problems for established packs. "And in exchange for this information?" I asked, though I already knew what she would want. "A place in your pack," Sofia said. "Not just for me, but for my closes

Rogues. Free rogues were the worst, known for merciless killing and disappearing. Aria froze. She heard another growl behind her and turned to see another rogue behind. A cry escaped her throat, and she held her coat to herself. "Please, let me go," she pleaded. The first rogue advanced slowly towards her, forcing her backwards, while another emerged behind her. She was trapped, and as a third rogue joined, her hope dwindled. Aria stood trembling as they closed in. The first one lunged at her, and she yelled, falling down on the floor, and started to fight the rogue off her. The claws of the rogues scratched her skin, and she kept crying.

I sounded dreamy but he was not blinking. "Look I am sorry, Mason." I looked at him. He didn't look too happy. "I'll leave here for now," he said with a pained look in his eyes. I watched him stop at the door. His gaze was sharp when he turned to look at me. "I'll give you a few more days to think about it," he was trying to suppress his anger. He was doing a good job at not killing me. I sighed as Mason left. This was the rogue king asking me to rule beside him. Did I really want to defy him? Rogues were known for being ruthless. They bowed to no one and yet here I was in a pack full of them, daring to anger their leader.

She just didn’t want to feed into his ego anymore, he was cocky enough without her practically handing him opportunities to mock her. “Maybe they were picking berries or something? There are other reasons to stand in front of a bush, a hidden path isn’t exactly the first thing that comes to mind,” she tried to argue but even she knew that she was grasping at straws, just hoping that something would stick that defended her at least a little bit. “Maybe,” Braxton smirked, “Except this isn’t a berry bush and this is the only spot across it with footprints.” Damn. Well, you can’t say a girl doesn’t try.

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she