Sting X Rogue Novels & Stories

“What do you mean there’s been rogue attacks? Who in the hell would be challenging your family?” I straightened up as I watched the emotions pass over her face before she glanced at me, which immediately made me even more worried about what he was saying. “Osirus, I’m sending Storm to your castle. She can help you with the rogues. Trust me, she won’t need any of your men. Before she comes home, I want you to give her all the information you have on the rogues.” She met my eyes. “I think that this Mr. X might be behind the rogue attacks. It’s not a coincidence that both you and I are now being targeted.” She let out a loud sigh as her eyes fluttered closed. “And there’s only one person I know

They moved with the coordinated precision of a hunting pack, not the chaotic desperation of typical rogues. *Coordinated attacks,* I thought, remembering Marcus Silver's casual mention of increased rogue activity. *Someone's testing Storm pack defenses.* "Connor, can you move?" I asked, already working to unbuckle my seatbelt. "Yeah, but the engine's dead. We're on foot from here." I kicked out the rear window and crawled through, landing in a crouch on the broken asphalt. The rogues were closing in, their formation designed to cut off any escape route back toward pack territory. Professional. Military-precise.

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

“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

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

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.

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.

"Just me," Greyson croaked. "You know it's the smart thing to do. There's no point in slaughtering a whole pack." "You think I care about how many people I have control over? Do you think I care about that when my mate is lying dead in my arms!" Rogue roared. He threw Greyson to the side, kicking him onto the floor. "You will all die! I will kill you all for what you have done. None of you will live to see next week." Rogue looked down at Stacey and brushed her hair away from his face, smiling down at her. "Everything I will do to this pack will be for you, my love," he whispered. "I promise, I will make them suffer." He then walked towards the woods, not looking back at the pack. "If any of

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

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.