Rogue Medieval Novels & Stories

I said, gritting my teeth as the scene came to my mind again, “it was the worst kind. The maggots.” She raised her brows, “maggots?” “Yes. Did you know there were two kinds of rogues?” She shook her head slightly, “no, I don’t really know much about them other than the facts that they exist, and they attack us.” “So,” I asked, “you don’t know where they come from? Their origin?” “No,” she leaned in, curiosity filling her eyes, “tell me.” “The first group of rogues were warriors, the king’s personal guard, back before the separation,” I started.

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

Near the flaming ruins of the supply wagon, a tall rogue warrior dressed in black armour was swinging a massive two-handed axe, cutting down two of my men in seconds. The Rogue King. I sprinted straight toward him. "Over here!" The Rogue King turned, his eyes staring at mine behind his iron helmet. He let out a gut-wrenching roar and swung his axe, aiming for my head. I ducked beneath it, feeling the rush of wind sweep over my hair, and slammed my shoulder into his ribs. He staggered back but recovered quickly, bringing the handle of his axe up to block my dagger strike. Steel clashed hard against steel, sending bright sparks into the night. The fight was tense and brutal. He was strong, but

I cut her words in wonderment as I became interested now, “may I ask if those werewolves are like the wolves? The real wolves, I mean. The wild animals that look for their prey. Are werewolves like those wild animals? Do they have the same kind of pack too? A family that the alpha protects? The rogue you are talking about… that rogue must be really bad, that is why his alpha wanted his death. Alpha leads and secures its members, so if there is a rogue, then… then it means that one is the worst one.” “They are almost the same as the wolves you are referring to,” she gave another smile at me. “Same but different in many ways. Werewolves look like humans but can change into wolf forms while wol

They deserve to be tortured, but they're lucky enough that I'm in a hurry or they'll die an excruciating death. I casually walked towards the man in front of me- the one who was watching me being captured by those rogues from the start. He seemed to be having a great time watching me turn those werewolves into ashes but I'm curious why there's something within me that's stopping me from killing him even though I know what kind of creature he is. He's one of them- a rogue.

“I didn’t even think there were still two hundred of them left.” “Neither did I.” He whispered. Taking a deep breath and wiping some of the rain of my face, I rolled my shoulders. “Is it just Hunters?” He nodded. “As soon as we raised the banner of the Rogue King, all rogues they had employed, vacated the area. Most didn’t even stay within state lines.”

“If I were you, I’ll try to get more used to shifting to your werewolf form. It would come in handy.” Ruby stepped out and the bars slid in place once more with a loud bang. “Especially for a rogue werewolf like you.”

Unlike how I found him unconscious and butt naked. "Why did you leave your pack, Peyton?" He questions, eyes never leaving mine. "Stepping foot into this land as an exiled wolf makes you nothing but a rogue. And we do kill rogues, or lock them up because they're never to be trusted." The lines on his forehead are furrowing as he makes this known to me.

I was going to the kingdom early and the rest of the pack would follow with all our stuff. The packs coming from far away were going to be given campsites to stay in. If the rogues were planning a sneak attack, this would be the perfect time to do it, since the entire kingdom was going to be in one place. I made a mental note to inform the king. We had to be on the lookout. Rogues can’t be trusted!

Our warriors fought with disciplined ferocity, but the rogues were vicious and numerous, attacking with the desperate savagery of those with nothing to lose. Then I saw Marcus, still in human form, his face twisted with recognition as he ducked under a rogue's claws. "These are the same ones!" he shouted to Kieran. "The bastards from the engagement party!" The same rogues? My blood ran cold. These weren't random bandits looking for easy prey. This was coordinated. “Ahhh!!” A gasp tore through my throat. A rogue had suddenly appeared outside the window. It had broken through the defensive line. My breath caught as it launched itself at my window, claws extended, jaws wide. The glass held, but