Rogue Medieval Novels & Stories

Younger than Piper, maybe, or close to it, wiry in the way wolves get when they haven't eaten regularly in a while, and there's a smell on him I recognize immediately because I used to carry a version of it myself — fear, old and constant, the kind that becomes part of a person's scent instead of a passing thing. "Let him breathe," I tell Wells, and she does, though she doesn't step back, doesn't lower her guard, just gives him enough room to talk instead of choke. "Who are you," Renata asks, flat, already between the boy and any direction he might think to run. "Nobody. Nobody important. I heard—" He stops, swallows, tries again. "I heard there's a place two states over that takes in rogues

“Borge, what is it? I saw that look, you know what we're dealing with.” He sighed. “I think I do. Growing up, we were only told as a.myth because we never had the chance to see them up close. They're called Nomad Rogues. They live afar off from the actual habitation and they have their own language, culture and all that. They're vicious, quick to anger and they can kill anyone. If those are the people who are after him,.then I see every reason why he should be scared.” How come this was the first time I had heard this? Well, it's just a myth and besides, he's a Rogue and I'm not.

“What are rogues?” Lucien ran his hand through his hair. “A rogue is a werewolf without a pack. They choose to live wild, without rules. Many become dangerous. They attack pack members, steal food and injure people. Some are murderers. Some are thieves. Some are too violent to live near others.” His eyes darkened slightly. “We keep them locked away so the pack is safe. Some stay for days. Some stay forever.” A chill ran down my arms. Lucien softened his voice. “Don’t worry about it, Aria. Just stay away from that area. Promise me.”

He was meant to become one. His ruthless and dangerous power was the reason why rogues had their separate kingdoms otherwise most rogues are left on their own roaming around the Forrest only for any alpha of a powerful pack to end their lives. Gabriel's father and mother weren't rogues yet Gabriel and Ezekiel built their kingdoms taking only rogues in. All of the people in their kingdoms were rogues with werewolves rankings. It would be written in history that two powerful werewolf rogues had everything under their control. Even vampires and alpha packs fear them.

Which brings me to my current confusions as rogues never traversed in packs and they most certainly didn't have a common target. I also noticed that their eyes were a deeper shape of red than normal. “Protect Lara!” Lucien suddenly said before he let out a roar and then charged at the nearest rogue. Without expending too much effort, Lucien tore the rogue into two, showering the whole place with black blood and innards. If I wasn't so preoccupied, I would have been in awe of his strength. Too bad I couldn't be because one rogue immediately lunged at me. Lucien though cut through slamming himself straight into the rogue who was then sent flying.

But that assumption was clearly bullshit. Rogues weren’t just dangerous, they were unpredictable, savage, and unbound by any laws of a pack. Outcasts who had been stripped of rank, banished for rebelling, who now tore through the world like beasts of vengeance. And when they weren’t being hunted, they hunted back. One rule about rogues: They never came alone. I turned to run, but the air shifted. The wind hissed through the trees unnaturally fast, and before my foot could even lift off the ground, something dropped from above.

The Rogue Alpha, the Warlord, Dalhkan King of the Rogue…how the epithets pile up, no one knew his true name, because throughout the entire pack, one name stood above all, we called him…The Butcher. He was also rumored to have possessed dark magic that revealed his enemy’s thoughts. I didn’t want to find out how true that was. We finally set down after hours of travel, after my hours of crying in silence, and I was blown away by the sheer size of the place. It was their campsite, where they stayed and waged war, a site that once belonged to another before them. ‘You are not going to die, Sybil.’ ‘Think about your sister!’ I chided myself when the thought of death and fear and failure shot its

Arthur had felt their presence like an instinct he couldn’t explain. “I… I tried to stop them.” But it had been too late. They would never abandon their comrades to their deaths. All Arthur could do was go after them and try to kill as many rogues as he could. Didn’t know how many rogues there were, but he knew that the patrol members would be in trouble. They fought fiercely, ripping and tearing through the rogues in practiced patterns. A rogue was only at an advantage against one werewolf because rogues were fierce and irrational beasts. Against teams of three, a rogue lost the advantage of being unpredictable as the three werewolves could cooperate.

questioned Jakko. "I wouldn't call them cowards when they had the gall to attack your manor Jakko," warned Earnest. "They are still cowards for attacking sneakily in the dark," spat Jakko, disgusted by the way he had lost his manor in the last fight. King Edgar, did not need a reminder of losing one of his strongholds. They had lost most of their captives and a few more in the attack at the school. By now he was informed the number of trained rogues were less than a hundred. It did not bother him, the rogues were a liability, saving him the deaths of his soldiers in the coming battles. There will an attack all right, knowing his mother, she was definitely going to launch a sneak attack just

I would have argued with you that I do not need, you know but I'm much too interested to pass off the offer" " Then shall we go in?", Juliet offered her the crook of her left arm "With utmost pleasure", Meghan replied, slipping her hand through it. " Look who we have here fellas, female company", Leo said, clapping his hands as soon as he noticed them. Which took quite some time because Meghan could swear that they had been standing there for ten minutes. Juliet had been right. When they got down to play, they saw nothing else but the screen. And man, was the game room fucking-tastic.