Rogue Empire Novels & Stories

The rogue swallowed. But still said nothing. I stepped forward slowly. “Let him go, Cain.” Cain released him reluctantly. The rogue collapsed back onto his knees. I crouched in front of him. “You know who I am?” I asked. The rogue nodded. “Eric… Frostbite’s Alpha.” “Good,” I said. “Then you understand something important.” I leaned slightly closer. “If Damon wins this war, you’re expendable.” The rogue frowned. “Men like him don’t build empires by protecting soldiers. They build them by replacing them.”

Eirene's pov Rogue Lands are quite vast and technically speaking. No one can claim ownership on them legally. One can live on them, make a community of their own. But no permanent establishment. However this law didn't stop the rogues from putting their claims on it. Some areas have been known to be under them since centuries and one of such areas is NR 423 , a stretch of 200 kilometres to the north of the Royal province. The area is prohibited and dangerous. The rogues there monsters, who have lost their sanity. And amongst them one such rogue who leads them is he.

Emmet's head snapped towards the direction of the door and he saw that a few other rogues had gathered at the entrance and yelled at them. "What?" He asked. "Fucking get out of here. You all can't do anything right. Fucking rogues" He spat. They hurried away from there as quickly as possible, then his attention went back to the rogue who was crouching down on the floor in pain. Emmet gritted his teeth in anger. "You had just one job and you messed up. Get the fuck out of here and go fix it". Emmet watched Neo as he slowly rose from the cold floor and made his way out of the room. Emmet was famous among the werewolves as a brutal and vicious rogue leader that terrorized neighboring packs with

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

I gave her one stare and hoped it was enough to send her packing but I knew a stare would never deter Elissa from her mission. I turned, my wolf galloping away in anger. He was panting as we ran. My own beta accused me of being feral and maybe I was. I did not mind. If I had to be a rogue to kill them, so be it. They would all pay for what they did to my mother. They would all scream and beg like my sisters and I had. Rogues tore every part of me from inside out and left my mind crumbled. The only thing that brought me back was the need to avenge my family. None of the rogues would be spared. There would be no mercy at all.

We chased them until they reached rogue territory, and we were forced to back off. The rogue territory is a complicated matter. Things there aren't as cut and dry as in a pack. It's set up by the King. It's a place for werewolves to go when they've been kicked out of their pack. A place they're exiled to unless another pack decides to take them in.

I was flabbergasted, "What are you talking about? Why did you—" "A few years ago, one of the members of our pack decided to join hands with the rouges. These rouges were planning on taking over the packs and building their empire from the very start, they have always wanted to gain power over every creature that exists in this world and they are determined to do it at any cost and that is why they are now targetting all the packs one by one," His voice began growing serious.

"My father died in a surprise attack while the Alpha was saying that the packs in the south are weak for complaining about the rogue problem. Because we had attacks too, but they weren't so bad. Mostly, they would be short and then they would retreat fast, without casualties." It's like a light-bulb just lit up inside his head. "They are doing it intentionally, so the packs in the north think it's not that big of a deal..." He punches the nightstand as he growls. "Divide and conquer." By the time Europe figured out what the Romans were doing, they were already too weak to fight against them. Apparently, this rogue king thinks of himself as the next Julius Cesar. Too bad that the Roman empire

he said, “But this is the Malchian Grove. My home, my territory. You play by my rules only.” I puckered my lips, my eyes going all puppy. “Awwn, poor Mr. Beasty wants respect. “ Then, almost immediately, my tone became caustic. “Well, maybe you should have thought about it before abducting me. I’m never gonna play by your rules. Mark my words.” “It's Mr. Roberto-Macini. Matteo Roberto-Macini,” he said and I rolled my eyes. “You will have to, Miss. Your survival depends on your cooperation.”

“Soon.” *** The rogue park, as their pack was fondly called, is just as the name implies. They have been the outcasts of their packs, left to suffer a terrible end in the woods, but fate has managed to bring them together. Of them all, Kane was the largest, standing at 6’3 ft., and his wolf was the largest among them all and feral, so he naturally became the Alpha. To humans, they were known as rogue mafias, one of the deadliest underground movements in the United States, and they specialized in the sale of weapons and arms.