Sting And Rogue Novels & Stories

Stark chuckled, the sound making my heart flutter then went ahead to carry the tray of bacon sandwich. “You need to eat.“ he says placing the tray on my lap. I smile shyly. “Thanks.“ My attempt at eating took time, not wanting to rush myself in fear of nausea and the neverending gaze of Stark's eyes was on me all the while. He had hardly moved as I ate, a sigh leaves his lips as he explained what a rogue was. “They are lone wolves.“ he began. “Rebels and without a pack, either kicked out or ran away from their pack to live on their own in the wild. They are usually dangerous and threats to packs.“ He exhaled loudly and pauses.

Stacy’s eyes widened to the, “I don’t know that filthy rogue-“ “It’s her.” The rogue admitted and the crowd gasped. Stacy’s eyes widened in horror, and then with anger to the rogue, “What? I don’t even know you, filthy rogue!” Alpha Magnus dropped the Rogue and grabbed Stacy’s throat to harshly push her to the wall, “Tell me the reason, Stacy.”

The rogues laughed while Aurora felt bile rising up in her stomach and Astraea's anger flared. " You know what you're right. I think it's better this way that...." Astraea said as she stepped forwards towards the Rogue making a seductive face as he drooled as Astraea touch his biceps and traced her fingers towards his shoulder then towards his heart. " That, I rip your heart out" Astraea completed as her hands paused on the place of his heart and the smile disappeared from the rogue face and Astraea's claws elongated digging deeper into his chest. Unable to move Rogue just stared at Astraea's yellow eyes before she pulled his heart out making him fall dead and turn into stone.

“And of course, you don’t want to mark me because you don’t want to take your throne back.” “I don’t know what I want to do yet. I have no support. No army. It’s not that easy.” “What about these rogues Monty spoke about? What is a rogue anyway?” “A rogue is a packless wolf. It’s not that easy. Rogues aren’t warriors. By the time I have them trained and ready for a war, Caspian would know and we’d all be dead. Well, not you and me…we’d only wish we were dead.”

"We’re in the Rogue Territories now. There are no laws here. Only the hunt." "Then hunt better. We’ve been in this hole for two hours and all we have is a dead phone line and a puddle of spit." Samuel walked over, his boots crunching on broken glass. He looked at the rogue. "Who told you I was a fake? Why the hell would a rogue care about the Stain Pack’s internal politics?" The rogue looked at Samuel. Not with fear. Not with the hatred he showed Adrian. His eyes widened, his pupils dilating until they were pools of ink.

Blake meets him with raw power. They clash like storms colliding. Blake moves with terrifying speed, dodging claws, striking back with precision. His jaws lock around the rogue’s neck, forcing him down. I join in, attacking from the side. Together we push him back, blow after blow, claw after claw. But he is not alone. A second rogue bursts from the shadows, tackling Blake from behind. “Blake,” I shout. I leap, slamming into the second attacker, knocking him away before he can sink his teeth into Blake’s neck.

Such betrayal, but what would you expect from a rogue. Never trust a rogue.

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

Arthur had felt their presence like an instinct he couldn’t explain. “I… I tried to stop them.” But it had been too late. They would never abandon their comrades to their deaths. All Arthur could do was go after them and try to kill as many rogues as he could. Didn’t know how many rogues there were, but he knew that the patrol members would be in trouble. They fought fiercely, ripping and tearing through the rogues in practiced patterns. A rogue was only at an advantage against one werewolf because rogues were fierce and irrational beasts. Against teams of three, a rogue lost the advantage of being unpredictable as the three werewolves could cooperate.

By lunch came about I grabbed my phone and made a call to cancel our lunch plans. “Hey babe, I am sorry but I am on my way back from the rogue camp. The smell down there is terrible. They were right, it's like a month-old rotting flesh and dead fish. I think the Blackblood Pack and their loyal following idiots have been trying to get the rogues to move back off protected land. Dumbasses just want to hunt them down.” I said annoyed. “I haven’t smelt any of that up our way.” He said confusedly why only the smell would be down the hill from the main compound?