Waluigi Robbie Rotten Novels & Stories

“No, I am talking about Jacob. He is now the Alpha of their pack, and he just got married to a woman named Lucy. She was an Alpha’s daughter, Bethany. Just like you before becoming a rogue.” “He got married? When?”

If Ayra was here, she would recognize them as the three rogues who had been going after her relentlessly. Two of them shifted,one of them was obviously the leader of the trio as he appeared larger and much more dominant than the others “what's your problem little Alpha? Who do you think you are to ask us such?” The leader, who was the wolf with brown fur, sneered mockingly at Silas. “Yeah why don't you mind your business, we didn't even enter your territory so why are you so nosy?” the other guy asked, eliciting a laughter from the leader .

His only interest was inflicting pain for no reason. No one knows how we came about, even we did not know. History got lost somewhere, the history of the crazy werewolves called rogues. I followed Logan to a room which was large, green being the theme color for it. I frowned because it reminded me of the pack we came from and that was probably the point behind it all.

But when I went to his side, I realized how wrong I had been. "Is this one of Laura Walker's pranks? Is she trying to scare me with a broken arm? She really is willing to do anything to ruin our wedding." Jack punched the wall next to him.

Perhaps your rogue is still out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. END OF BOOK EIGHT

Introduced the alpha and all the alpha’s around were shocked to hear that she was an alpha. “Is that just a pack name or are you really the alpha of rogues, like all the bad apples we throw out of our packs?” asked another alpha not believing what he was hearing. “Yes, the rogue alpha like the bad apples you people throw out, I am one of the rotten ones actually, you can ask my uncle Larry right there from the Rosewood pack, he kicked me out and he knows every well just how bad I can be,” Anita said with a smile looking at Larry.

Alfi sighed. “Oh, Wira, he underestimates us.” The Ribo said. “Now, now Tanco, we just have to show them how strong we are.” Wira replied. Wira shows his palm. His hand looks agglomerated as if it’s a jelly. “Name’s Wira, I am an orange ranked member of Waku-Waku. I’m so sorry; you have to just die here!” Wira exclaimed. “What happened to your hand? Do you have diabetes that the sugar is gathered and agglomerated there?” Alfi asked in an amazement.

I sighed, but had no come back for him, so I unscrewed the top and downed the whole thing. “Now that’s a good alpha. Shall I start my guard duty now, or would time suffice? I was hoping to get back into the library and review some of the Codwall alpha dynasty. Heard he had himself a wolf rider lover without a problem. Though he only ruled for a few full months because he was killed.” “By the rider?” I asked, shocked. “No, that was your great-grandfather Rupert. He gave up his heart and willpower to a rider. Codwall apparently ate some poison berries. He did seem quite the idiot.” Max cackled.

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.