Pirate Roger Novels & Stories

Such betrayal, but what would you expect from a rogue. Never trust a rogue.

“They were my crew, and yes, we robbed other ships, especially the rich ones, British, French, oh I loved attacking Spanish too. And yes, I was Captain. Most feared one of the Seven seas, I must add. Captain Dirk… that was the name I was going by. Oh, what days those were… I was ruthless, and I can’t say I am proud of what I did, but it helped channel frustration and kept me sane. It diverted my mind from spiraling into the abyss…” “So you had the Jolly Roger flag, and you drank rum? What about the gold you stole?” “I was fair when it came to sharing the treasures. All of them always got their fair share. Rum is still my favorite drink and some of my trophies, as I call them, are still in my

But most of the time, I stay here… in what used to be my throne room. I just watch the Council leaders do their work. I watch them change my world into something I don’t even recognize anymore. “The mines in the western lands are doing well,” someone said. “The prisoners are obeying.” My people… working until they die in the Council’s mines. I didn’t react anymore. I didn’t have the strength to care. “And what about the Broken King?” a new voice asked. It was a young woman, young, unfamiliar. "Still breathing. Barely." This was Captain Ragnar, one of Valen's enforcers. "Why do you ask, Commander Sera?"

he adds confidently. “You won’t be released. Now why did you attack Lily?” I demand. “It was nothing personal,” Roger starts to offer. “Consider that my Pack is comprised of mostly rogues. The odd female was mated to our rogues, sadly for them, so our Pack is known among the less savory characters as a Pack who can handle dirty business. The type nobody wants to get their own hands dirty with,” Roger says.

Princess in the illusion of their greed? ‘‘Haha, you completely underestimate the power of beauty, my friend,’’ Roger suddenly laughed in response. He shook his head slowly as he continued, ‘‘This time I will give you 1 million, next time there are such goods, remember to give me priority.’’ ‘‘Haha, That's for sure! Then one million, deal?’’ Beta Miguel replied. ‘‘Deal,’’ Roger replied with a slight smile. After which, he outstretched his hand to shake the other party's.

Maya doesn't take offense at his actions, smiling instead, “It would be appropriate to pay her in her coin by setting a trap for her don't you think?” “It would even be better if we killed two birds with a stone if we capture the Druggie Rogues along ending their reign of terror,” she added. I nodded, looking towards Tom “So be it. We will keep Ivarie's involvement a secret for now while we plan a massive raid to wipe the rogues off.” Tom nodded sharply and left the room without another word. Maya pouted at his exit, falling onto the couch beside her, and crossing her legs, with a hurt expression “Isn't he a brutal man? Not even a goodbye or a thank you.”

Maddox takes me back to our room. I’m shaken. I didn’t know what was happening. I’ve been called many things before, but a traitor is not one of them. There is rumored to be a group of rogue slaves working with free rogues to take down the council that governs the packs and stops the Alphas from electing an Alpha King. The rogues don’t want to live under pack rule, nor do they want to be slaves. They want the right to choose to be free or in a pack.

The best I could do is not try to run. "Btw, my name is Rogue. I think you know that." I looked up from my lap at him as his body was angled outside the door, his face turned over his shoulder to look at me. "You can call me that. I don't like you calling me Mr. Mafia King." My mouth automatically curved up. I erected my back boastfully, "You will have to earn it." He gave a roll to his eyes and shut the doors. I heard the lock getting back in its place and kept staring at the closed doors all day, hoping that soon it would open again and he'd step in.

He was young, yet his enthusiasm resonated through the ship, lifting the morale of the crew even as the enemy surged forward. As the melee unfolded, the pirate ship's captain—a man with an unmistakable presence, draped in shadows and darkness—stood atop the enemy vessel's bow. His eyes glinted with predatory glee as he held the unmistakable black flag adorned with a blood-red skull. His very presence threatened, igniting a fervor among his crew as they swarmed onto the ship, thirsting for carnage. “Prepare to taste steel!” he roared, his voice cutting through the turmoil.

He sneered at Roger, his lip curling up in a nasty way. "Oh, I don't just think it, I know it," Jamie said. "Was it the money, Roger? Tell me the truth. Could you just not resist the temptation of a luxury life? Did you see Sylvia with her fancy clothes and her big mansion and decide that a poor life with me wasn't good enough anymore?" Roger’s head snapped up, and he quickly shook his head. He put his hand on his chest, right over his heart, and looked at Jamie with wide, honest eyes.