The Smutty Rogue Novels & Stories

“Why don’t you stay with me, eh? I can get you into the pack, at least temporarily, until you get back on your feet. They don’t like rogues, but I can speak with the alpha.” “What’s a rogue?” I asked. “It’s a werewolf without a pack. They smell differently, almost unpleasant. I think they smell that way to warn packed werewolves away from them. Most rogues live in their wolf forms and become more and more feral and savage the longer they stay in that form, so they can be dangerous and unpredictable if you come across them.” “Do I smell like that?” I asked, sitting up and studying him. “Yes, but I’ve gotten used to your smell now. I almost don’t even notice it anymore.”

Once again the stupid wolf smirks and shakes his head . “ Are you so stubborn you would allow me to take you apart bit by bit ?” I ask . ‘ Fucking rogue , just take them out lets see him scream ‘ my crazy wolf has no patience . ‘ Haggen , just stay close but my command worked out there yesterday lets see if it works again ‘ I linked Haggen , I was curious . Haggen nodded and smirked at the rogue

Feel the wind on my skin , feel my power swirling inside of me and Nala’s fear that we might be dying. After awhile I’m able to open my eyes and my sight and hearing rushes back. I’m confused for a moment and my body is weak. There’s a heaviness on my chest restricting my breathing. Memories flood back and I remember where I am and the rogue I’ve been hunting. Panicked I glance down to find a dead man laying across my chest. Killing the rogue forces it to shift back to human form. I groan and struggle to roll him off me , my body had already started to heal thanks to my wolf but I would definitely be sore tomorrow. Once I’ve successfully rolled him off me and staggered to my feet I look down

I had no problem navigating my way through the dark nights. I knew the moment I crossed my pack’s border I'd become a rogue, unclaimed, unwanted, erased. A name no one spoke. A life no one protected. Out there, the law was simple: rogues are threats. Kill on sight. No questions. I, an alpha female. The daughter of an alpha reduced to nothing more than prey.

My eyes widened as I met the pitch-black stare of the rogue. His clothes were torn and filthy, his hair tangled, and his skin looked as though he hadn't properly washed in days. But it was his smell that made my stomach turn. Something wild and unwashed. He smiled widely. "Found you." Aunt Sarah immediately stepped in front of me. The rogue laughed, his eyes moving around the tiny storage room. "Don't worry. I'm not here to hurt you. Well... not yet anyway." My heart pounded. "What do you want?"

“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.

"Rouge has a name---Ilaria? Shouldn't you be nameless? Or you couldn't stand the ugly names throwed at you?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your thoughts until now? Do comment down below.

He's quiet so long I don't think he's going to respond, when he clears his throat saying, "You're on the Crimson Shadow Pack lands." My head whips back to where he's sitting as I intake a big gulp of air, my eyes going wide. These are the rogue pack lands. I try to recall everything I learned about rogues and pause when I remember where the lands are located, but there's no way I could be where I think I am. "Are we in Oregon?" I say hesitantly, not totally sure I want the answer. "Yes." Is all he says shifting in his chair and I am struck with the sudden thought that he seems nervous.

“Then blood will spill before the prophecy intends it to.” ……. In the deepest part of the forest, where the moonlight barely kissed the ground, a figure stood on a high ridge. Eyes glowing molten gold, burning with something fierce… and broken. The rogue alpha. His long coat fluttered in the breeze as he stared down at the distant lights of the city. The scent of Elaina still lingered on the wind—wildflower and power. “She’s awakening…” he murmured, jaw clenched, claws flexing at his sides.

the woman said with a wide, unnerving smirk that made me want to rip it right off her face. Flaring my nostrils, I spat at the woman, but she stepped back and shook her head unimpressed. "And there you go, a rogue in her natural form," she said in a mocking tone, her lips curling back. "A bitch." "Why am I here against my will?" I snapped. "You stole from us and you're a rogue," she said. "I stole from humans and since when is it a crime to be a rogue?" She stepped forward and grabbed my hair, before pulling my head back. "You're not allowed to talk back, Mutt!"