Tails Rouge Novels & Stories

A feral wolf can still be in a pack if his Alpha is willing to keep him or her in check, make sure that their feral wolves don't fully take over and cause more damage The rouges are a bit different though. For one, they are a collection of wolves that couldn't get better even with the help of an alpha. Even though there are many rouge alpha's out there, they can never really tame them. Rouge are notorious for stealing, killing, assaulting and destroying packs. Their blood thirst was their one means of survival and it was their only drive. I've seen a few rouges in my life time and I remember each experience to be very horrible. Nothing good comes from them. I might not have my super sense bu

"The werewolf I saw. I believe he was the rogue who attacked one of the warriors a while back.” "He might be the one who attacked Rand, but he never mentioned he has red eyes, only white hair and blue eyes. Was his hair even white? It looked more blonde to me," Taurus answered, his mind now on the fact that they just met a dangerous rogue, and he didn't even try to kill them. He stooped down, signaling for Nigel to climb onto his back. "Are you serious? You expect me to ride with you after shoving me to the ground five times?" Nigel scoffed at Taurus. In response, Taurus huffed and snarled. "Okay, jeez I'm getting on."

"You're setting me up, Rouge!" Everest angrily blamed Cheyne by pointing a gun at him. Cheyne chuckled derisively. His gaze was fixed on Everest, unblinking. He hated it when someone like Everest called him a Rouge. He felt offended. Although Cheyne was a Rouge before, he is now as honorable as the other purebloods in their pack.

A rouge comes from behind her and surprisingly walks past her "There is the bitch right there' she says pointing at me. I can see the rouge look at me and growls. He comes at me and luckily dad was there just in time to injure his legs before it got to me. He at my mom in horror as she is smiling at him and suddenly everything happens in slow motion. As he is walking to my mom, the rouge whose legs he injured hopped up on his hands, jumped on my dad's back. My dad held the rouge by its arms and flipped him over his right shoulder, while midair the rouge twisted off dad's head from his body while at the same time my dad tore out its heart. Dad's head rolled to me as it was twisted off. I trie

Rogue had just helped her get away from whatever trap there was laid for her , it will be quite rude if she didn't appreciate him for that . " Where are we ?" straightening up Chelsea asked , she was a complete stranger to the down town streets , and had no idea about where exactly they were . Rogue stopped looking around and started tapping on his wrist watch like bracelet at Chelsea's question . And Chelsea got a better look at his bracelet when the clouds drifted away from the moon , letting moonlight shine upon the dingy street . It was a navius , a magical navigator system only used by the Royal family . Rogue kept tapping and finally the navius started glowing , projecting a 3d layo

Rouge emotionally replied to Chad. Chad hugged Rouge. He can see the longings from his face. How he wished that Rouge would live long despite his terminal cancer in order to witness his daughter's life in the future. Chad promised Rouge that he would take good care of Chelsey for the rest of his life together with the children they would have. A family full of love and happiness.

Gage grabbed Taurus who almost fell due to the explosion then jumped with him. The Rogues ran into the steets as the guards shot water blasts at them. They battled their way out of the city of Liquid Isle and disappeared into the Grove Forest.

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.