Rogue Medieval Novels & Stories

"We brought a solution, but the palace does not want to embrace this solution. Well, maybe until it gets to a point of regret before they realise." Martin was about to say something else when they started hearing chaos in the training ground. The three brothers exchanged glances, and without wasting another second, they all rushed out of the room to see what was going on. Martin gasped when he saw that his pack was under attack again. The three brothers immediately grew their claws and jumped into the battlefield. This was the first time Martin would fight against the rogues together with his brothers. He didn't need a sword or a dagger. He grew his claws and his fangs and entered the battl

Do not let them through! Despite the chaos, we were holding. Barely. Every time we pushed the rogues back, they surged forward again, driven by some unseen force. They weren’t fighting like wolves - they were fighting like pawns, mindless and relentless. I twisted mid-air to avoid another rogue, landing on my feet and snapping my jaws around its leg. A sickening crunch followed, and the rogue yelped, scrambling away. But there was no time to celebrate the small victory. Another wave of minions was charging, their glowing eyes a horrifying reminder of Andromeda’s dark magic.

By the time I realized that he might be going toward the wrong way, he was already too far gone and there was nothing I could do to stop him at that time since I did not have a better active plan. Okay here is the thing, among the vile creatures that you do not want to cross, rouges topped my list. Apart from being just animals with no human instinct, they were wild and could do anything to get what they wanted. We fight to win and if we don't, we retreat and try again next time. Rogues have no "next time" in their dictionary. They fight until the last animal stands and would do all they can to win. They are wild, rough, and with the first instinct to just "kill".

he sighed, “Well, they were criminals…” I mumbled, “Rogues, darlings are not always criminals. My parents were rogue vampires for a while. A rogue is a person who is not in a pack or into society; it does not mean they committed a crime,” he sighed, and I squinted my eyebrows. “Are any of those guys the case?” I asked, and he took a deep breath. “No, two of them attacked a pack and killed several warriors, and the other one robbed a shop and killed the owner,” he said, and I took a deep breath.

I told her. “I am really sorry and didn't plan to hurt you intentionally, I will go for now because I know you are angry and you need time to digest all this” with that she stood up and left too. Rogues: are werewolves that have either been kicked out of their pack or left on their own free will. Rogues don't have a set appearance apart from in their wolf form, they have long fur. They also have a bad odour radiating from their bodies. Rogues can be good or bad. In some cases they are the reason for deaths. And they can return to their pack if they are allowed.

Cedric's blank eyes betrayed no emotion, but his smile wilted a little. "Ash is a very complex man. You know what they say, still waters run deep." "Have you known him all your life?" Anne had to admit the League of Rogues had always fascinated her. Five wealthy, powerful noblemen who eschewed society's formalities and made vices their mistresses. It should have been a topic she'd avoided to contemplate, yet she couldn't resist. But she felt her knowledge of their pasts and relationships was likely based on rumor and The Quizzing Glass Gazette more than truth.

"I think I have heard that name continuously now for a long time to be curious. Who are the rogues and what do they want?" "The rogue is more like a terrorist of these packs under Arthur's reign. It's complicated and messy, what they do to people. They are the only terrorist group that continuously attacks the people and will do anything to be on the headlines. I can almost swear it is them." I said, my knuckles crackling. My back ached from the way I was now rigidly standing. I did not know what I was going to do to them after we are sure it was them but it would not be good.

I ask the rogue, ignoring her completely. "We fight whoever bleeds," the rogue sneers, raising his heavy iron club right at my head. He swings the iron club down fast. My human eyes are quick, and I twist my big hips sideways, pulling Seren down with me as the metal smashes the wooden table to splinters. My hand finds a heavy glass flagon on the floor, and I smash it right into his knee with all my weight. The other two rogues growl loud when they see a human fighting back. They drop their clubs and shift halfway, their jaws growing long as they lunge at our throats.

I said. "I am the Veil Forest," he said simply. Behind him the outer yard continued its work. Rogues pressing Ashmoor soldiers back through the broken eastern gate methodically. The western wing is still burning. The smoke above the fortress heavy and black against the early morning sky. “I thought Aldric crowe was the leader of the ancient rogue?" I asked “He is. They are lots of ancient rogues,some have not been corrupted by the rogue king" Belgor said "There is something you need to know," Belgor said. His gold eyes held mine without

"You're Fenris's son. Fine. But bloodline doesn't make a leader." "I agree." That surprised him. I could see it in the slight widening of his eyes. "You do?" "I spent twenty-one years as a rogue. I don't know your laws, your customs, your history. I'm learning, but I'm not going to pretend I have all the answers." I looked around the room, meeting each of their eyes in turn. "What I want to know is what you think Silverpine needs." Silence. They'd expected defensiveness, maybe. Not genuine curiosity.