The Rogue Warrior Novels & Stories

A loud thud makes me jump, and I spin around. One of Lucas’s warriors is pinning a man to the ground. Actually, the man on the ground looks like he couldn’t be any older than his early twenties, just older than me, maybe? I take a few steps closer to get a better view when the man on the ground, a rogue, begins pleading with the warrior. “Please!” He cries, “I’m innocent! I didn’t do anything, and I didn’t mean to trespass!” “Your lies won’t work on me, rogue,” the warrior snarls, lifting his hand. I notice his claw tipped fingers just before he swings his hand down.

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

“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.”

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.

Layla snarls as we take aim and fire, catching the rogue just before he slashes my warrior’s throat. “If there’s one, there’s more,” I reply grimly, moving to the three downed men. I snap each of their necks while my warrior finishes off the rogue. Then I turn—and freeze. I’m surrounded. My back hits a tree. My hand inches toward my gun. “Tsk, tsk,” a rogue clicks his tongue. “Touch it, and he rips her head clean off.” He gestures to a female warrior—bloodied, broken, barely breathing. One of them holds her up by the hair. She’s limp, unable to lift her head.

I nodded to my head warrior who captured one of the rogues and dragged him towards me. “You will tell us everything you know, or you will die,” I stated. The rogue was shaking in front of me, as the other rogues had raced off into the forest and far beyond our borders. The rogue passed out from fear, and my warrior sighed, before tossing him over his shoulder.

Patrick let his arms fall and all his warriors attacked. To fight with werewolves is difficult, but rogues are something else. They are sick in their heads and their mission in life it's to hurt those around them. They are criminals with nothing to lose, because they already have nothing. So this is what is making Patrick feel uneasy. What the hell did Pete Thompson promise them to make them fight on his side? Damn it! Kodi was right. Something is not right… They fought for hours. There was one rogue for five warriors and in the end the rogues started to die one by one, while Patrick’s wounded warriors were taken to the place where Sarah was hiding and healed them just to go back and fight a

Their eyes burned with determination, their muscles rippling as they dodged and countered the rogue's attacks. I noticed one of the storm pack's warriors, a massive wolf with a scar across his face, his powerful jaws snapping at any rogue that dared come close. On the other side, the rogues were savaging, a disorganized mass of fur and fangs. Their eyes were wild with desperation and rage, and they attacked with reckless abandon. They outnumbered the Storm Pack warriors, but their lack of coordination was evident. Each rogue fought for themselves, lashing out at anything that moved.

Rogues steer clear of human towns and other wear wolves are unlikely to try to invade for risk of exposing themselves. Following Darien inside he shows me where I can put my clothes and shift. I call Braxton forward, feeling him pass through me and take control. Light grey hair sprouting all over my body, joints snapping, I’m brought to my knees. Twisting and contorting my body changing shape. It wasn’t as painful this time and within a few minutes I was once again a passenger in my body.

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she