Rogue Empire Novels & Stories

Arthur had felt their presence like an instinct he couldn’t explain. “I… I tried to stop them.” But it had been too late. They would never abandon their comrades to their deaths. All Arthur could do was go after them and try to kill as many rogues as he could. Didn’t know how many rogues there were, but he knew that the patrol members would be in trouble. They fought fiercely, ripping and tearing through the rogues in practiced patterns. A rogue was only at an advantage against one werewolf because rogues were fierce and irrational beasts. Against teams of three, a rogue lost the advantage of being unpredictable as the three werewolves could cooperate.

The chessboard is live, and every piece, every move, every shadow, is under my control. I breathe in slowly, exhale. The night hums around me, the city alive with ordinary life that is anything but ordinary now. And I smile, sharp and small, the kind that promises inevitability. “Let’s see how they handle it,” I whisper to myself, and I know the countdown has begun. I’ve positioned my pieces, mapped the streets, infiltrated the lives. There’s no going back now. The settlement is my arena. And the war is already inside.

questioned Jakko. "I wouldn't call them cowards when they had the gall to attack your manor Jakko," warned Earnest. "They are still cowards for attacking sneakily in the dark," spat Jakko, disgusted by the way he had lost his manor in the last fight. King Edgar, did not need a reminder of losing one of his strongholds. They had lost most of their captives and a few more in the attack at the school. By now he was informed the number of trained rogues were less than a hundred. It did not bother him, the rogues were a liability, saving him the deaths of his soldiers in the coming battles. There will an attack all right, knowing his mother, she was definitely going to launch a sneak attack just

I put what I am doing to the side and gestured for him to take a seat. "Owen, I need to talk to you about something. I do not want you to take offense, but it's about rogues." I nod. Rogues often give packs trouble; somehow, I am an exception. Probably because I attempt to communicate with the wolf packs and live on neutral territory, it probably also helps that they come to my club. "I am not sure what help I can be," I don't associate with many wolves, other than those who work or are members of the club.

It may seem harsh but given all the changes I have implemented to make the pack a better pack with which people wanted to ally themselves, forcing people into the life of a rogue was a small price to pay. Being a neighbouring pack with Moon Shadow held its advantages too. I had made sure they were the first alliance I secured given that Darkness and Moon Shadow had been enemies for longer than anyone cared to remember. Though since Jayson still hasn't returned from wherever it is he has disappeared to, it was a friendship which was really beginning to struggle now.

But I promised that I would take her to see her family. Javier drops his defensive stance, responding, “I’m sorry man, it’s just bizarre that you didn’t know..” He looks apologetic. Then explains. “And a Rogue is a wild stray wolf, basically. They don’t have any leader or pack, and most don’t want one. They cause chaos wherever they go and are vicious killers. Ripping people who get in their way to shreds literally! They stank too.” And lil Shawn exclaims, “Yeah, they smell like garbage truck juice!”

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

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

A crescent here, a braid-like border there, similar linework, but not this crest. No matter how many angles I turned it, the truth gnawed at me. Rogue attacks weren’t supposed to look like this. Rogues were wild, scattered, leaderless wolves. Wolves who had no bonds, or unity. They didn’t coordinate. They didn’t come back twice to the same place with strategy and precision, especially given their bloody defeat the first time they attacked at the West ridge. Not only did they return, but with strategy and precision. It meant they weren’t rogues at all. They had the semblance of a pack. A pack with an Alpha. A government, territory, laws.. but no history that I could find.

"I… I choose the first. I choose the first." "Good." The next day, Carlo defected. He brought with him two-thirds of the Russo family's core members, along with their most important casino operations and money laundering channels, and pledged loyalty to the Costa family. Vincent's final line of defense collapsed completely. At the Russo family headquarters, everything was in ruins. Documents were scattered across the floor. Windows were shattered. The once proud Don then sat in the shadows, unshaven, his eyes sunken, looking like a broken man.