The Rogue Warrior Novels & Stories

My mother closes the mind link and stands next to my father, who checks our invites by the two Crescent Moon warriors. Rogues are wolves who have been banished or rejected from their packs. The majority of rogues are criminals; they have no rules or morals. They attack at the slightest sign of weakness, raping women and killing anyone in their path. In other words, they cause chaos and destruction.

Then the warriors chasing him came next, and they were now looking at me, probably wondering who I was or whether I was with the rogue or not. “Mineee…” A yell from behind a warrior echoed, which made me look at where the yelling came from; there I found a masculine and huge man in his shorts. "Lucky," I heard the rogue say, which made me turn and look at him. With the way he grinned, he must be thinking that he would be able to get his hands on me. Unfortunately for him, I was so swift that I grabbed his hands, sidestepped, and stretched my arms, causing the rogue to fall facedown before I used my elbow to strike him on the back. Just before the rogue’s body touched the ground, I readied my

They had barely urged the horses forward when the wind shifted… and with it, something primal settled over the land. We all felt it. A growl, low and thunderous, rumbled through the air like a storm on the horizon. Every warrior froze. I turned in my saddle, already tensing, and then I saw him. A rogue stepped out from the edge of the brush. No, not just any rogue. He was massive. Towering, muscle stacked on muscle, with scars crisscrossing his body like war tattoos. His fur was a deep rust color, almost black in places, and his eyes—cold, ancient, soulless—locked onto Thorne.

The rogue growled, turning its focus onto her. The warrior jabbed the rogue with the staff. The rogue growled, launching itself within the distance of the staff, grabbing it and pulling the warrior up into the air by the staff. The warrior gave a groan as he landed on the opposite side. Its focus now on Zay and Logan, it growled low in its throat.

I put what I am doing to the side and gestured for him to take a seat. "Owen, I need to talk to you about something. I do not want you to take offense, but it's about rogues." I nod. Rogues often give packs trouble; somehow, I am an exception. Probably because I attempt to communicate with the wolf packs and live on neutral territory, it probably also helps that they come to my club. "I am not sure what help I can be," I don't associate with many wolves, other than those who work or are members of the club.

This is like a mob visit. "You wish you could handle me. Besides, I don't like weak, frail, and disgusting old men. They don't have enough backbone for a ROGUE like me! " I growl, my grey blue eyes glowing with purple flakes. I yelled through the door. I knew challenging his manhood and telling him I was a rogue knocking on his packhouse door would draw him out. Stupid Alpha.

Travis arrived at the border and saw the warriors forcefully pinning down the rogue on the ground. He had bulkly physique and a dark disheveled hair. Travis squatted in front of him and harshly cupped his face to get a closer look. The rogue is shooting daggers at him, his dark eyes is telling him that he wanted him dead. "What do you want, rogue?" he asked. Rogues can't be trusted. They are savages and have no emotions at all. They are the ones who succumbed to the bad side. The rogue sneered at him trying to shake the warriors off of him.

His tail wagged ferociously, kicking me off to the clouds as I landed unevenly on stumps, bruising my back and arms. The warrior was on his knees begging to be saved and that felt so disgusting to me that I wanted to kill them both. How could I have picked such a coward? Without hesitation, I rushed at the rogue again. It turned to face me just when I was about to get at it, and again, it kicked me to the clouds and made me crash on the floor again. What kind of rogue was this? Taking down rogues was one of the easiest tasks I'd embarked on since I became a responsible wolf.

The rogue let out a growl before he said, “No but that’s not what you, are now is it.” “I have no clue what you are talking about.” I tell him, trying to buy myself a little more time, hoping that the warriors get here soon, and I don’t have to fight this wolf on my own. The man had a presence about him that made me believe that he was an Alpha, but I have never heard of a rogue Alpha, but I was also new to all of this.

Just as another wave of rogues were unleashed on us our next wave of warriors came to join us, with still more on their way. The rogues were starting to try and pull back. Suddenly, I was surrounded by four bigger rogues. I looked around trying to get a sense of where Sam and Jack were only to see them surrounded as well. Our warriors were distracted fighting their own people. As I took stock of my own wolves, I felt something rip at my back leg. Howling in pain I turn fiercely and rip the rogue’s stomach open with my claws. He slumps over unable to continue.