Famous Outlaws Novels & Stories

Commander Raja asked. We nodded. They were all over the front-page news recently. There were two kinds of outlaws here in this world; raiders and rogue guilds. There were braves like to be independent, living a free lifestyle while coexisting with the guilds. However, there was a radical minority among non-guild members who took that lifestyle to the extreme. By stealing, ravaging, and doing whatever they wanted. Thus, they became raiders that plagued the Yellow Zone.

"We found another rat. He has been stealing information and selling to a group of rogues. They call themselves the 'outlaws'", Eben reported to Christian as they both walked the Halls of the gigantic mansion of the American mafia castle. "Outlaws you say?", Christian stopped when they were both outside, waiting for a car to pull around. Eben noded his head. "Let's make an example out of them then", Christian jumped into the car along with even and the car pulled out of the long circular driveway.

After all, he was a notorious outlaw in Aston, and he was infamous for wiping out entire families. In the end, only Frederick remained nearby. He was attending to the old man, accepting thanks from the family members, and giving them some medical advice. His back was facing Marcus, and the latter didn't hold back. "That's him, Mr. York! Not only did he insult you, but he also killed many of my men! Even Bradley, our resort's top expert, fell victim to him!" Marcus kept ranting, and pointed a finger at Frederick's back. Acting on impulse, Sheldon marched forward without hesitation and demanded, "Hey, you! Turn around!"

"Militia?" "They’re a group of wanted criminals that Isaac Litt secretly solicited and cultivated, mainly outlaws who were involved in murder cases. Those people are all willing to live one day at a time without any scruples, so they’re really capable of doing anything. Isaac took advantage of this and gave them a lot of benefits. To maximize their usage, he even purchased guns for them." "Oh? Are you saying that all of Isaac Litt's men with guns are outlaws?"

The people who came to pay their respects at the cemetery praised Caleb. "Mister Kane truly is a role model. He resists the wrongdoers and doesn't bend the knee!" "Mister Kane drove away these villains, protecting the resting place of our deceased loved ones. I salute him, truly!" "The northern region is fortunate to have you here, Mister Kane!" They were a bit far from the action and did not grasp all the details, believing Caleb had done everything. In the northern region, Caleb's reputation far surpassed that of Alexander. However, it was Alexander who flattened the outlaws.

"Well, you're assumption is correct. As well known as you were back in the Spanish-American War, especially since due to your track record you two have been more and more well renowned than ever before, even now when committing a crime." Seth screws up his nose and presses his lips together, "We didn't really go after that many notable figures for such a track record to be... well - well renowned." "I beg to differ, people like the Butcher of New York or even the Locksteady Preacher of Texas. Nobody else could do it, but you two were able to, I also know it better than everyone that those people had pretty hefty bounties on their heads as well." Seth shakes his head, "I'm sure that other bou

I hated how small it made me feel - like I’d slept wrapped in wolves and woke up in their teeth. “Outlaws,” Calder corrected, voice as dry as rusted metal. “Not aimless criminals. We live outside their rules because their rules don’t keep our people safe. We move goods. We move information. We take contracts - legal and illegal - that give us leverage. That keeps our people fed and our enemies honest.” Maddox shrugged, still trying to hide the tension with noise. “We’re also the sort who breaks necks when someone tries to take what’s ours.”

I laughed and said, “Some people just don’t want to let go even after retirement, do they?” It was an equal dig at both our fathers. Neither of them wanted to let go of the empire that was already out of their hands. I hated it when my father tried to run my people behind my back during my reign. It was only a matter of time before my patience would run out and I would leave his domain in crumbles. “Do continue, Rione.” Rione gave a curt nod, took a seat across the desk and began, “The Outlaws bikers have been a major problem for our street trades. And most of our trades—drugs, weapons and electronics—are transported via road.”

"Listen up, kid, you're about to die at the hands of the Reckless Brothers!" Woody narrowed his eyes slightly. He had heard of the name "Reckless Brothers" back when he was in prison. But they were nothing but desperate criminals. For the sake of money, they were willing to commit all sorts of heinous crimes, including killing people and stealing! In just a few years, their hands were stained with the blood of dozens of innocent people. Slimbuckets was a lecherous man, and countless women had been raped and assaulted by him. Meanwhile, Lil' Shorty was a drunkard who'd go berserk when drunk and would ruthlessly take advantage of his strength to hurt innocent people.

These men were peers of the realm and would not murder her or otherwise harm her like the highwaymen she'd first believed last night. Her friend Anne Chessley had told her quite a bit about Godric and his friends. She'd called them the League of Rogues, a name she'd whispered half afraid and half fascinated. They were men without rules and morals as far as she knew, if one could trust gossip and stories printed in The Quizzing Glass Gazette.