Rogue Empire Novels & Stories

He shifted his gaze to mine and smiled ruefully. "You must be the unfortunate bride. Why would you want to get married to a man this brutal? A man who only knows how to fight to survive. He has no idea what emotions are, as he has spent his years knowing nothing but war. You certainly have bad taste, don't you think?" He raised a brow. His voice resounded, colored with mockery. I wanted to take a step back, but he growled at me. "You don't have to be scared. Although we came prepared, I'm sure the rogue you have as a husband would protect you easily," he said and scoffed.

“The Ancient Rogue City.” I whipped my head toward him, my brows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean, ‘Ancient Rogue City?’” He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his eyes dark with unease. “This is a city built by the First Rogues,” he explained, his voice low as though afraid of being overheard. “Centuries ago, they were exiled from their packs after the witches and werewolves went to war. The rogues sided with the witches, using their powers to try and dominate the werewolf world. This is where they came to rebuild, to create a sanctuary for their kind.”

It has to be him, behind the anonymous messages, the only one that knows my secret, exposed me to the pack so that he could have me for himself. I shove him back, shaking with anger. Ragnar steps back. He lifts an eyebrow. "Not exactly the thank you I was expecting, seeing as I saved you from certain death." "You're no different! You only want something from me." "Now it doesn't have to be like that," Ragnar says, his voice dripping with silk, even as he bends to pick up the knife. "Greater things are at stake. Half of my territory are being invaded by a bunch of rogues. The Red fang, crimson moon pack..." He pauses, stepping closer, his fingers tracing down my cheeks almost delicately.

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

Raeleigh Campbell POV {I’ve never been more scared in my life; I never want to experience anything like that ever again. If it wasn’t for him, I don’t know if I would have gotten away. It’s a feeling I never want to experience ever again. I’m never going out without my security detail ever again.} Today was a big day I had bought an outfit especially for today. I planned to wear a pink boho style short dress with a pair of thigh high suede tan boots.

My trembling hands pushed away the curtain, and the blinding morning light made me squint, but I struggled to keep them open to take on the grand sight outside this carriage. Towering ivory walls reaching up to fifty meters, seemingly reaching for the horizons, and a luxurious blackwood double-door gate embossed with a ruby-eyed ebony wolf howling to the heavens highlighted by golden lines, as if the giant black wolf with blood-red eyes is ready to leap out of the gate and massacre its enemies. The entrance to the core power territory of the Rogue kingdom exudes a terrifying momentum of bloodshed and carnage. It perfectly fits the image of the Rogue werewolf race that I have learned and hear

Together, they were learning how to navigate the chaos, how to fight back against the forces that threatened to tear them apart. And with each passing day, Kael realized something else: the empire was not just the land they ruled. It was the people who stood beside them—the ones who had fought alongside them, who had been with them in the darkest moments. The empire would rise again, not because of its walls or its throne, but because of the strength of those who still believed in it. But that would only happen if they could confront the enemy at its heart—if they could face the darkness that had been planted so deeply within their ranks.

I shove his hand away, ready to strike, but his men grab me before I can move. “Let go of me, assholes!” I scream, kicking at them. Useless. “Ease.” His icy voice cuts through the room. His men immediately backed off. I glare at him, pouring every ounce of hatred into it. “You’re a rookie, aren’t you?” he asks. I say nothing. “Figured,” he murmurs, his tone enough to make my skin crawl. I bite down on my lip, forcing myself to stay quiet. The image of my parents’ lifeless eyes fuels the anger burning inside me.

"I know." "I don't think you do, not all the way. A rogue passing hand to hand, garage to garage — that's not just wolves finding safety. That's a story other people are going to hear too. Alphas. The kind who don't like hearing that a pack answering to nobody is growing two states from their own territory."

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.