Rogue Medieval Novels & Stories

There was blood everywhere. Blood of my people. I turned to Andrea who was painting from trying to keep up with my haste. “Get a good amount of Generals from the Arena Garrison. These Rogues are stronger than the usual ones. Go!” I instructed, watching one of the Barbaric Rogues rip someone’s leg off. Andrea rushed away. I rushed towards the Rogue and he saw me and lunged at me. I caught his arm and uprooted it from his shoulder joint in a pull. “That’s for taking out his leg.”

Though my geography had never been great, I was almost certain that it was Italy where a large X was placed. “The story picks up not long after his exile. It seems after being exiled from England, Excalibur headed to Italy. There he appears to have found a stray band of werewolves that had wondered away from Alpha control. They are believed to be the first of the rogues and soon under Excalibur created a new pack of their own.” “What is a rouge?” Richard seemed surprised by my sudden question but answered nonetheless telling me a rouge was a werewolf without a pack. “So would I be a rouge then?”

A Rogue. A Rogue is a werewolf without a pack. They often kill any werewolf they encounter; may it be a member of a pack or a similar rogue, like them. They are vicious plunderers. And that same vicious plunderer is right in front of me, deviously smiling. “Others cannot dodge my attack so easily like that. You’re quite good, pup.” He praised me, but I don’t feel good that he did so at all. I’m scared. “W-who are you, Mister?” I tried to sound brave, but aside from stuttering, my voice also cracked.

“The rogue we managed to capture said something similar.” Sal's eyes went wide. “You guys captured a rogue? That's sick!” A moment of excitement crossed her gaze before she went serious and cleared her throat. “Okay so back to what I was saying, the rogues are essentially mercenaries sent here by someone from another pack. There was a man in charge of these mercenaries, he goes by the name Grog—” “Grog?” Kaiden said, looking pointedly at Bradford, who also had a similar look of surprise on his face.

What does the term 'Rogue' mean to you? To some, it may mean a person that has been dishonest or disloyal. A person willing to go against the norm. To others, it could mean a person that's been cast out due to their savage or destructive tendencies. But to me, a rogue is just a person that has been condemned to live a life outcast from everyone else. A rogue is a person that's forced to fight for their survival on a regular and constant basis.

“About the girl. The one who survived in Morrien.” They exchanged glances, and I saw the uncertainty show in their eyes. Then the rogue in front of me smirked, stepping forward as if he were sizing me up. “You don’t belong here, girl,” he said, his voice low. “Leave before you get hurt.” I knew what they wanted. I reached into my pouch, pulling out a small vial of rare herbs—mudane, the one that rogues used to extend their life, to survive longer in the wild. I tossed it on the ground, watching as the rogues’ eyes widened in surprise.

Viera orders the rogues. Grinning the rogues close in further. I’m trapped, taking down 15 rogues is impossible even if Madeline were here. But I’m not going down without a fight, I promise myself. The first rogue reaches out and I swipe him with my claws. He pulls back but I’ve angered him, “You’ll regret this….” He comes for me again, the others creating a barrier. It’s him and me. I might be able to beat him but then there’s 14 rogues left and Viera. I push the thought down. Kill this one first and then see what happens.

I ordered and rushed out with him. Rogues tend to raid territories to loot before or after full moons, knowing that there are fewer guards, or when they’re lucky, no one is around, and they’re free to steal everything they can carry. The fight had already broken out by the time we were out of the pack house. A rogue spotted me and immediately launched an attack. His claws were bared, and he was ready for a kill. I skillfully evaded his attack and delivered a kick in his torso.

They waited, their predatory instincts just as sharp, poised for the moment to strike. "Is that all you've got?" Alpha Robin sneered, before disappearing into the darkness of the castle's ruins, his voice echoing mockingly. Without warning, the Rogues surged forward. One of them leaped from the shadows, a flash of movement just before he collided with Edward. The impact knocked the air from his lungs, but Edward's rage surged higher. He swung his fist with inhuman strength, connecting with the Rogue's jaw and sending him flying into a crumbled wall.

Steven clicked his tongue impatiently, “So now you are giving us a history on Werewolf inheritance? How is this related to the Rogue King?” “I am just getting to my point,” Angelina said. “Rogues are mostly commoners, including the Rogue King himself. Most of them don’t have a strong physique and trained fighting skills like we do. And that guy didn’t become the King because he is a great warrior or anything…He depends on his mind.” “You mean he is smart?” Steven asked.