Rogue Empire Novels & Stories

"Sophia must complete the ceremony today. What the hell is wrong with you?" Right at that moment, the iron gates on the edge of the square were kicked open. The border Warriors flew out like kites with broken strings, crashing onto the long tables. The man dressed entirely in black walked in slowly and methodically. Behind him trailed a squad of werewolves reeking of a foul stench. He wasn't an ordinary Rogue. He was the Rogue King—the king of stray wolves whom even the Council couldn't handle, commanding the largest Rogue camp in North America. The territory in his hands wasn't on the Council's map, but it was larger than any official Pack.

"There are tens of thousands of people in this city. They can find me? Who the hell are these people?" Mateo swallowed, as if afraid of the answer himself. Then his voice dropped to a whisper: "They… they're rogues, Riley." A chill shot down my spine, as if I'd been struck by lightning. "Rogues? Are you fucking crazy?!" Rogues were our worst enemy. They were originally criminals exiled from various packs. Over time, they slowly gathered in remote, uninhabited areas and formed their own society. Rumor had it they were now ruled by their own Rogue King.

“You were warned that night, yet you were blind with anger. Time and patience were the only conditions set before you, but you couldn’t peck your claws. Instead, you rushed headlong into a fight you were not prepared for. You broke the very terms that bound us together. You chose recklessness, you struck without order, without caution, and now you’ve spilled blood that can never be replaced. Do you think I will forgive this breach? Do you think I will remain silent while the empire I’ve built crumbles? You have not only defied me. You have robbed me. My heir is gone. My son is dead because of your madness. You have traded a throne for ashes. And if you think the fire will not consume you as

Eric who has come abreast of me also shifts to his human form. "Which land borders us?" I turn to ask him "That's the Colorado desert." He points to the front with his face. "Somewhere inside the desert or around it is said to be the Rouge King's land. Nobody knows for sure... "Excuse me, Rouge King? The rogues have a king?" I ask in disbelief. Rogues are werewolves that have either been kicked out of their packs or left their packs out of their own free will. I'm surprised about there being a rogue king since rogues don't submit to anybody. Those who left their packs out of their own free will didn't want to be ruled and guided by any pack rules which was why they became rogues in the first

I was a broken girl and now I was being sold out like furniture by my own father. Engines roared in the distance. Three black trucks rolled into the clearing, dust kicking up behind them. They stopped in a half circle and the doors opened. Rogues poured out of the truck at least a dozen. They looked big, scarred, and moved like predators, not like pack wolves with their rules and hierarchy. These looked like they'd kill you for breathing wrong. Then he stepped out; Ryder Blackwood. I'd heard the stories my whole life. The Rogue Alpha who controlled half the lawless territories, built his empire on violence and even killed his own fated mate.

But that couldn’t possibly make sense, rogues were wolves who did not belong to a pack; they didn’t follow rules, embraced their wolves more than anything in the world, spat at their human sides, and went against Goddess in more ways than one. I never had the unluckeyness to ever run into one of them before, but from what I was told as a child and taught in school, what Emrys drilled into my head, and much more, I always knew rogues were awful and deadly. They would kill any wolf in a pack in a heartbeat because they love messing up pack orders and wolves usually follow pack orders, both given orders and hierarchy, like a religion. “Rouges don’t follow a leader unless-”

This was a moment of crucial importance – a chance to uncover the intentions of the Rogues and understand the threat they posed to Shadow City. Emilia's confident voice filled the room as she began to explain her findings. Her words were clear and concise, painting a picture of the Rogues' activities and their presence in the human world. She elaborated on their engagement in illicit activities, from drug trafficking to arms trade, and the vast network they had built over the past six decades.

**** Phoenix The meeting was finally over and I couldn't wait to go back home. All they talked about was about some rogue that had been violating the rules by running in and out of packs without permission. As much as hate rogues, I feel extremely sorry for this one because once it's caught, it's going to be put to death. My beta reported five rogue cases to me three days ago. He said that he had taken care of four, but the last one was a serious pain in the ass and he wasn't sure how long he was going to restrain himself from strangling it to death.

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

I Arrived at the shadow-core pack’s main driveway, I got a call from Gary Saithe telling me to get my ass over here, Gary is A Vampire -werewolf hybrid known as Alpha to his band of misfit rogues that he likes to keep as pets, his pack was no laughing stock nor to be taken lightly as all pack leaders feared him but Mostly Feared the rogues that he took in as his own members - they were a different sort of breed, not just one race. But a mixture of good and bad. - I killed the Roaring engine to my black sports car and stepped out of the driver’s side straightening out my matching black suit that fitted around me so well. A lingering scent hung in the passing breeze, I took a deep breath inhal