Pirate Roger Novels & Stories

About Roger's father. So I turn around and grab her by her hand. She is startled but she looks at me with confused eyes. "Who is Roger's father?" I ask her and she realises that she never told me about it. Not just me but she never told anyone about it. "John Adams," she whispers and that's when Alonso stops walking and turns around. Now this is the bigger picture we all have been ignoring. Now this is the bigger picture we were trying to piece up together. The Ocean Howlers Pack was famous for its largest Naval Fleet. But where the fuck is that naval fleet?

" I'm curious and lean against the building while people gather below the stage. Hayden is speaking into a microphone, meeting my eyes before he plasters a friendly expression to his face. "I strive to uphold a friendly and safe environment for all of us on New Tortuga, but to achieve that, I need your help—the beast we call 'kaiju' are attacking other cities, and I can't defeat them on my own. You have ships and weapons—why not use them for my cause?" I notice pirates among the crowd look at each other, and I widen my eyes when I set sights on Roger's broad back. After breakfast, he left without a word, but I never expected him to visit Hayden's hotel. What the hell?

Captain Russell Rustenburg was a great sailor. With fifteen voyages to remember he had gained a lot of experience in dealing with encounters at sea which includes pirates invasion, shipwreck, cold, hunger, thirst, and isolated Islands. At the age of forty five, he had learnt more than ever that the life one enjoys is more prized than anything he or she possesses. This fact had been the undoing for some who had clutched too long to their cargo and would not let go.

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.

Sinclair I storm down the hallway on my way to the meeting, but I’m gratified to see Roger waiting there for me at the door, leaning against the wall. I nod to him, not breaking my stride, but he falls in with me as we head inside. “So, what’d you bring?” Roger asks, his voice serious. “What?” I ask, half turning to him in my confusion. “To kill the prince,” Roger says, his face deadpan. “Like a gun, or something more dramatic like a morning star? Or are you just going to like, tear him limb from limb –“

“The rogue we managed to capture said something similar.” Sal's eyes went wide. “You guys captured a rogue? That's sick!” A moment of excitement crossed her gaze before she went serious and cleared her throat. “Okay so back to what I was saying, the rogues are essentially mercenaries sent here by someone from another pack. There was a man in charge of these mercenaries, he goes by the name Grog—” “Grog?” Kaiden said, looking pointedly at Bradford, who also had a similar look of surprise on his face.

Though he could understand her decision was fueled by the anger of losing a mother, she didn't have what it took to defeat a being as powerful as the Phantom. “No one can!” He whispered with his head buried to the ground in his pain and agony. His hands never remained calm, and his wounds were deeply hurting, with blood gushing out profusely. “What do you mean?” She cleaned off the mucus drooling from her nostrils and stood up, pushing her mother's lifeless body away from her. “This is a curse, Mila! Upon every one of us in this pack.”, he stressed as he grinned the words out of his mouth, hissing at the slight pain he felt around his body as he stood up from the ground.

After dinner Nate poured himself something from the cabinet in the study and stood at the window the way he did when he was thinking through a problem from the outside in rather than the inside out. I came to stand beside him. “Tell me about Victor Roger,” I said. He looked at the grounds. “Where did you hear that name,” he said. “Marcus’s report. You said it out loud when you read it.” He was quiet for a moment. “Victor Roger was one of the most powerful rogue kings in the eastern territories before the council moved against him fifteen years ago. He had been building a network outside pack law for years, using exiled wolves, rogue packs, anyone the established structure had thrown away.” H

If I weren’t being dragged into this nightmare, I might have admired it. When the car stopped, Roger stepped out without a word. He adjusted his jacket lazily but somehow with elegance and finally gestured for me to follow. Him. I hesitated. “I am not some dog! I am not your pet!” Roger looked at me with a blank face. Like the very second we'd met. He didn't betray any emotion. He just looked bored. Like he was used to dealing with people like me. Or maybe he was. After all, Regina had mentioned that he bought slaves. Pregnant slaves.

The rest of the evening was more casual. We all hung out and got to know each other a little better. The two other rogues present were Darius and Paula. Darius has been a rogue for 5 months, but he’s been here for about two weeks now, and he’s almost ready to join the pack. Paula is newer like me. She’s only been a rogue for 3 months, and she got here 8 days ago, but she already seems pretty comfortable.