Sting And Rogue Novels & Stories

“I still have to survive the council first. I don’t know much about your world, but it’s obvious that rogues are not liked. I didn’t realize before that I wasn’t only protecting my freedom, I was also breaking your laws.” I might as well begin using the lies needed to build my innocent image. His eyes stayed sharp, and I was not sure he believed me. “Rogues are usually trouble. Without the stability of a pack, they lose control of their beasts. We were not created to live alone. It affects the animal’s instincts and mind. But you are very different. You are one of the most stable rogue shifters I’ve ever seen who has lived without a pack since a young age. I think you’ll be fine.”

One massive paw slammed into his chest. The impact sounded like a tree snapping. The rogue flew through the air. His body crashed into a nearby trunk with enough force to split bark. The entire clearing went silent. The rogue collapsed. Unconscious. Several rogues took an involuntary step backward. Fear appeared in their eyes for the first time. Another rogue attacked. Then another. Aria met them head-on. Selene surged forward. Together, they became a blur of silver motion. A rogue leaped for her throat. She twisted.

taunted the rogue, trying to anger Sly, but not winning. “Oh, I have so much more for you…mutt,” said Sly and he saw that his comment had hit home hard. The rogue obviously hated being referred to as the runt of the litter, even though he looked like one. Sly closed the gap again and swatted at the rogue once more, this time the rogue ducked just in time and laughed at Sly. The rogue however didn’t see Sly’s other paw coming for him and got struck on the side of the head.

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 rogue we managed to capture said something similar.” Sal's eyes went wide. “You guys captured a rogue? That's sick!” A moment of excitement crossed her gaze before she went serious and cleared her throat. “Okay so back to what I was saying, the rogues are essentially mercenaries sent here by someone from another pack. There was a man in charge of these mercenaries, he goes by the name Grog—” “Grog?” Kaiden said, looking pointedly at Bradford, who also had a similar look of surprise on his face.

“How did this rogue get to her? I made bloody sure that she didn’t leave my territory. Why did she let him take her away? He’s a rogue with no prospects or future. If he thinks mating with her will get him into my pack, he’s got another thing coming. Where did this fool come from? Nita, do you know a Tyler, who’s a rogue?” That was a surprise. He didn’t normally speak directly to her. Russell didn’t want to know a thing about what went on in his head. She’d learned that quickly, right at the beginning. Anita released his shaft from her mouth so she could speak. “Tyler? Not that I know of. But there have been several strangers in town. Very tough looking guys. All scars and muscles. Leather j

Not having to worry about rogue attacks was probably the only advantage of being a rogue. When Lucianne asked Stella if she could share any specific scenes that she loved at night, the teenager’s eyes sparkled and she got out her phone with an excited grin to show Lucianne pictures from her photo gallery. Lucianne immediately noticed the no-service icon, and concluded that this was one of the precautions rogues took to avoid being detected.

Embarrassed, I shook my head, pulling away from his hold. I turned to him, trying to look as stern as possible. " Aren't we a little too close?" I asked but my voice didn't come out as harsh as I had intended. It sounded breathless. His eyes darkened as he leaned towards me before glowing. I tried to speak but no words would come out. Flustered, the only thing I could do was stare at him as he put me under his spell. Lately, I've been finding myself drawn to him and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake it off. My gaze left his eyes, dropping to his pointed nose and then… his lips. petal-soft have soft but firm lips. My eyes caught his stubble and my fingers itched to run themselves o

The female who smelled like warmth and want and something he couldn't name was inside that structure, and every instinct he possessed screamed at him to go to her. To claim her. The thought rose savage and sudden, and he shook his head, confused by its intensity. Claim? He'd never claimed anything. He was a rogue, a wanderer, a wolf without pack or place or purpose. Claiming was for alphas, for wolves with territory and status and the right to take. But the instinct didn't care about logic. It just wanted. He forced himself to stay still. To watch. To wait. Time passed. He wasn't sure how much — time moved differently when you were hunting, and this felt like hunting, even though he wasn't s

Unlike how I found him unconscious and butt naked. "Why did you leave your pack, Peyton?" He questions, eyes never leaving mine. "Stepping foot into this land as an exiled wolf makes you nothing but a rogue. And we do kill rogues, or lock them up because they're never to be trusted." The lines on his forehead are furrowing as he makes this known to me.