Rogue Empire Novels & Stories

I can only assume that they believed I was taken home since it was so close to their coven. “You don’t have to be polite, dear,” Talia bats her eyelashes at my father, and I have to suppress the growl that is forming in my chest. “You can call them rogues. Just because your daughter is one…” “That is enough, Mother,” Erebus growls from his seat but Talia isn’t giving up so easily. “It is amazing that she only smells like a human. Since most rogues wreak of decaying flesh and trash,” Talia continues.

Rosa::: I guess the day is finally here the day kumara officially becomes one of us ,it makes me happy really ,since his arrival to my pack ,they've been a lot of improvements around ,especially with my warriors and , a lesser work load for gamma Rex to handle ,that's why I'm comfortable sending him out on errands ,because there's someone who can cover for him ,I take a quick shower and slide into a nice outfit a red skirt and white top ,I walk down to my mirror apply some light make up on while brushing my hair ,its really messed up ,I'm not surprised though considering that I've passed through a lot in the last twenty four hours ,I slip my feet into a nice pair of black sneakers and I gue

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

Ravencrest territory was largely mountainous, and much of Eclipse Pack lived along the long curve of a lake so vast sections of its bore different names. One of the generals’ aides had placed small wooden wolves carved with their various pack sigils facing off against the smooth-backed Rogues. While some attacks were in Eclipse Territory, it was clear Denis had mostly targeted Moonshadow and Ravencrest sections. I wondered if the “Rogue King” were trying to show some special regard for his former pack. As I continued to look over the map, I could see a second pattern of Rogue attacks emerge. They had begun with small, brief skirmishes right inside the city walls and had slowly been creeping

the first rogue said, voice dropping to a whisper, “we know you’re building something different. Stronger. We want in. But we’re cautious. If you reject us, we burn every convoy we find.” Victor’s fingers curled into fists. “You threaten war.” “No,” the rogue said, stepping closer. “We offer a chance at peace - or at least control. But only if you’re willing to play hard.” I folded my arms, weighing the risk. Rogue packs were unpredictable, dangerous - but they held power and secrets the Council feared. “Arrange a meeting,” I said at last, “but know this - we’re not friends. Test us, and you’ll learn what it means to face Nightshade’s fury.”

My mother closes the mind link and stands next to my father, who checks our invites by the two Crescent Moon warriors. Rogues are wolves who have been banished or rejected from their packs. The majority of rogues are criminals; they have no rules or morals. They attack at the slightest sign of weakness, raping women and killing anyone in their path. In other words, they cause chaos and destruction.

If it were before she would have been happy and would have started making plans to push them away further but now she just felt sorry for Damien. Far away, deep within the jagged borders of the rogue territory, the atmosphere was entirely different. There was no emotional grief here, only the cold, unyielding precision of an incoming tide. Inside the sprawling stone hall of the rogue stronghold, a massive map of the territories was laid across a heavy iron table. The Rogue King stood over it, a piece of charcoal balanced between his scarred fingers. He traced a line connecting the western perimeter of Shadowfang to the neutral territories.

Astrid’s POV The Emberwood ruins were quiet, but the air felt heavy. The scars of the siege remained—bloodstains on the stone, shattered barriers, and weary warriors moving through the wreckage. The Rogue King’s retreat had left a bitter aftertaste, not a victory. We all knew it wasn’t over. Scouts arrived at dawn, their reports grim. The Rogue King was rallying in Shadowfang territory, an area long abandoned after his rise to power. Worse, his forces weren’t just rogues anymore. Several smaller Packs had joined him, their banners seen flying alongside his.