Sting And Rogue Novels & Stories

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

Since I haven't met my fated mate which the moon goddess give specifically to you, he wants me to pick a chosen mate and he thinks Eliza is a good fit. To be honest, I can't stand her. She's mouthy, entitled and treats the pack members like crap as she thinks she is the next luna. Chuckling to myself, I'd rather give up my position as the next Alpha then to be stuck with her. She has been known to getting around in this pack, I'm not sure who she hasn't slept with. Luckily, I never have. The Snow Crest Pack is nestled up in the mountains, it's cold most of the year but the summer is pretty tolerable. It's a beautiful place with 10,000 acres of land, we are one of the biggest packs in this co

Lincoln’s POV What the hell did she mean that I was a rogue? That question lingered in my mind until someone came to get me. He stood tall, and the red of his hair was like the dying embers of a fire. “You,” I began. “I’m Ruby’s brother, Garnett,” he answered like he was bored as the bars slid open. “Move along. We have no time to waste.” The chains on my wrists were opened, and I was tempted to launch myself against this person, to fight him—to get out of here. But something in his stature and the vast sword strapped on his waist made me stop.

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."

My gaze remained cold as I replied to him, “What do you want?” The rogue still had that smile on the edge of his lips, and it widened when he heard my question, “What do we rogues do? Of course we monopolize, seize, and capture. You are all women; what do you think we want to do with you?” As his words fell, the remaining rogues burst into lascivious laughter, eyes glinting with lust. My hold on the sword tightened even further, and I shot daggers at the rogues, “With the lots of you?”

“Then you’ll need to leave.” Another rogue chuckled, his eyes flicking to Celeste. “Actually… we came for her.” Before either woman could react, everything snapped into chaos. Victoria tried to block the first rogue, but the other two grabbed her, pinning her down with brutish force. She grunted, kicking and twisting, but they were too strong. The third rogue—the one with the scar—lunged at Celeste, grabbing her by the hair. “Pretty thing like you?” he growled, his nails elongating into claws. “Think I’ll have a little fun before I bring you in.”

I deserve answers," I said. Sean looked over at Stephen, who nodded at him to tell me. "Okay, your parents were not murdered by bears. The policeman that told you that was a Rogue," Sean said "What's a Rogue?" I asked "A Rogue is a wolf without a Pack. They live alone. They normally did something bad to get kicked out of their Pack, like kill someone or betray their Alpha," Sean said "Why would a Rogue tell Jenn and me that our parents were killed in an animal attack?" I asked

Rogue glared at the dragon. The dragon glared back at Rogue initiating a staring contest between the two. Overwhelmed by grief Rogue pointed at the dragon's head and the same purplish beam was shot from his finger towards the dragon, the dragon took flight making the beam miss. A snarl manifested on Rogue's face, as he never expected the dragon to dodge the attack. “So infuriating, Come down now” Rogue articulated in a sinister tone reaching out to the dragon with his right hand. Gravity exacerbated around the dragon, bringing it crashing down on the snow floor creating another crater. The possessed Rogue wasn't done as he moved his hand up, then to the left and brought it down.

“It’s not enough for you to have involved me in that damned robbery and now what else do you want? What do you want from me, you hid the diamonds yourself, why did you kidnapped me then, you only had to get the diamonds, you miserable man?” “Your memory must be better than mine, after all, that night, Maverick and I drank too much of that cheep vodka, you’ll certainly remember something that can’t and help me find the diamonds he hid, I want my share and that traitor’s diamonds.” “But I don’t know where you hid the damned diamonds, Igor, for the love of God, let me go, I’m, I’m…” The woman by Igor’s side approached me and punched me on the chin, complaining with Igor: