Sting And Rogue Novels & Stories

Samson’s house came into view with rogues circling around it. Blaze instantly spotted the six rouges. The rouge positioned himself, ready to attack the Alpha. Blaze smirked at him. He lunged at Blaze, but he quickly dodged it and bit his neck. The rogue whimpered in pain. Blaze bit his neck hard, and he fell on the ground, dead. The other rouges snarled at the Blue Moon pack’s warriors. The beta known as Caleb attacked the rogues with the help of the warriors.

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

Killing those who were supposed to be some of the best fighters in the pack always bought about a sense of happiness, knowing I was one step closer to being able to seek my revenge. In the ten years I had been living as a rouge the thought of actually meeting my mate was something which had crossed my mind on a couple of occasions, but they were brushed to the side as quickly as they came. At almost twenty-eight I had pretty much accepted that I was never going to find my other half and, even if I did find him now, then I would be sure to reject him. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the infamous rogue," one of the males chuckled when they finally came to a stop where I was readying myself.

He didn't say anything just yet, but from the look of his scarred face, I instantly knew what his answer would be. My journey back to Silvercrest after forging an alliance with the rogue had my whole mood transition into something much better. A triumphant feeling washed over me because now, I had them right where I wanted them, with just a few lies mixed in here and there. There wasn’t any real civil war brewing in the kingdom at all. I had completely made that part up. The rogues had agreed that in two days time they would raid the Estate. They would create lots of chaos and abduct Sapphire during all the confusion. And once I finally had her in my hands?

Rich black dudes are usually badass I chuckled Me: not all Rogue: so why were they at your tail? Me: I really don't know I shoved my hands into my pockets and looked down Rogue : in the next ten minutes, I think they'd be ketchup and tomatoes, so we'll go ask them some questions Me: what's ketchup and tomatoes got to do with 'em? He smiled Rogue : have I ever told you I really like your accent? Me: you haven't. But you just let me in on it

This time, it was he who would have to survive me. We lulled into a soft silence, warm and companionable. But I had too many questions to remain that way for long. “Who are they?” I whispered. “The Midnight Rogues?” A growl built in his chest. “Rogue idiots. They’re a band of miscreants, all wolves who’ve been kicked out of their packs for one reason or another. I thought I’d done enough last time I crossed paths with them, but clearly not.” He sighed and tucked me even tighter against him.

One of the rogues is coming up behind him with a silver knife. Nyx roars, leaps, and then stands in front of the rogue, growling menacingly. “No one touches my family,” she said darkly. She jumped on the rogue and had him on his back. She wasted no time and ripped his head off. Rodrigo’s maw looked, and his eyes went wide. I turned to look at the area and saw that Rodrigo had the only rogue left alive. Nyx jumped and landed behind the rogue, knocking him unconscious. “That bastard stays alive until we question him,” she ordered.

I say, but as I climb to my feet I hear a grunt and glance over my shoulder to see Val in a brawl with a rogue almost twice her size. “Val, your blind spot!” I cry as I see a rogue stalk from the trees towards her back. I run to her but I can tell I won’t be quick enough. Her gun is on the ground, forgotten, and the knife at her belt will be useless if she doesn’t pull it free quickly. “You’re knife, Val!” I scream. “I’ve got this!” Val yells, her eyes wild as she takes her eyes off the rogue to glare at me, causing her guard to come down enough that the rogue towering over her lifts her up by the neck of her jacket and hurls her against the nearest tree.