The Rogue Warrior Novels & Stories

My lungs burned, and my paws ached as I pushed myself to my absolute limit just to keep their gray tails in my sight. Suddenly, the lead warrior skidded to a halt. The air instantly turned foul with the sour, metallic scent of a rogue wolf. Before we could form a line, a massive, rabid rogue wolf burst from the thick bushes. His fur was matted, his jaw dripping with foam, and his eyes completely bloodshot with madness. He didn't look like he wanted to to pass through…he wanted blood. The experienced warriors immediately engaged, snarling loudly as they tangled with the rogue. But a second, hidden rogue leaped out from a high rock, landing directly in front of the youngest warrior in our patr

"And we have the truth. That's more dangerous than an army." We dragged the bikes to the edge of the hangar’s loading ramp. Below us, the Arctic sea was a graveyard of broken ice and dark water. The mainland was a purple smudge on the horizon, miles away. I climbed onto the back of the largest bike, a massive beast of a machine that smelled of Lucian’s pine-scented oil. He climbed on in front of me, his back a solid wall of protection. "Hold on, little bird," he whispered. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my face into his shoulder. As the engines roared to life, I felt the Blood Vow hum. We weren't just a bride and a rogue anymore. We were the storm that was coming for the man wh

“A gift! We didn’t steal it, we swear!” I scoff quietly. Liars. The warrior’s smirk vanishes. In a blur of movement, he unsheathes his sword and swings. The rogue doesn’t even have time to scream before his head is severed from his body. It falls to the ground with a sickening thud and rolls—straight to my feet. A gasp escapes my lips before I can stop it. Silence. The warriors freeze. The remaining rogues break into panicked cries. “W-We lied! It’s not ours! We stole it! It belongs to someone else!”

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.

His gaze following every single movement Jayson made, if I didn't hate him and kind of want him dead, then I probably would have appreciated his protection a little more. "Who says I took them down without any help?" I returned the question without hesitation. "There's not a man out there is stupid enough to help a rogue. They especially wouldn't dare help a rogue who was residing so close to the border of another territory," Jayson replied with confidence. "If that's the case then I guess I took them all down on my own. Me, a week she-wolf who has been living the life of a rogue for ten years, single handedly killed eighty of your best fighters. Men who had been trained from the age of twel

he sighed, “Well, they were criminals…” I mumbled, “Rogues, darlings are not always criminals. My parents were rogue vampires for a while. A rogue is a person who is not in a pack or into society; it does not mean they committed a crime,” he sighed, and I squinted my eyebrows. “Are any of those guys the case?” I asked, and he took a deep breath. “No, two of them attacked a pack and killed several warriors, and the other one robbed a shop and killed the owner,” he said, and I took a deep breath.

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

Even the rogues in the pit paused. The air was silent. The Warriors could only watch as a familiar figure sped towards their direction from the east. It was Alpha Rogan. They watched as he made his way towards the pit. Everyone immediately gave way for him. They all trembled at the ferociousness of his aura. Some of them could not handle it and fell to their knees. Rogan did not pay mind to them as he walked towards the pit with a passed-out Lyra in his hand. Lyra was now covered in blood, mud, and twigs. The Warriors immediately recognized her.

I caught it by the throat, flipped it, and tore into it before it could blink. Blood sprayed across the dirt. And the battle began. We fought hard—every warrior, every guard, every wolf willing to stand between the palace and death. They kept coming. Rogues were never organized. They never fought with strategy. But these… these were different. They were wild, yes—but united. Driven. Almost frantic. And that made them easier to kill—but more dangerous too. I ripped another rogue off one of my younger warriors, snapping its spine with a quick twist. The warrior yelped a weak “Thank you,” through the link before turning to help someone else.

“It doesn’t matter; you’re mated now. I am happy for you.” “What about you? Have you found a mate?” “I did, when I turned 18. She was older by two years. About a week after we met, there was a rogue attack; she was one of the few who didn’t make it. It all made sense why Dylan hated Owen. It isn’t because of who Owen is; it is because Owen is considered a rogue. Dylan probably blames all rogues for losing his mate. “I am sorry to hear that.” I touched his shoulder and gave a sympathetic smile.