Rogue Medieval Novels & Stories

Damien's gaze drifted back toward the map. "Tell him to prepare for another attack." "You think she'll return?" "No." Damien's voice remained calm. "I think she'll attack somewhere else." He tapped the map once. "And she'll make sure we're looking in the wrong direction when she does." Miles away, beneath the ruins of the ancient fortress, the Rogue King stood watching several commanders prepare hundreds of rogues for movement. Torches illuminated the cavern, revealing warriors sharpening weapons and loading wagons filled with supplies.

Rogan appeared from the side and pounced on the rogue closest to Nina. “GET YOUR DISGUSTING BEINGS AWAY FROM WHAT IS MINE!!!” Rogan screamed as he attacked the first rogue. All he had to do was send a powerful slash at the rogue with his claws and it flew back a few meters and a terrible gash had appeared on its stomach. It cried out in pain.

The rogue lord stood at the far end, his expression dark and menacing as he watched them approach. "You're too late," the rogue lord growled, his voice filled with malice. "I've already won." Avery stepped forward, her gaze locked on the rogue lord with unwavering resolve. "Not yet," she said firmly. "This ends now." With a fierce battle cry, the pack warriors launched their attack, their movements swift and coordinated as they engaged the rogue lord and his remaining forces. Swords clashed, claws slashed, and teeth gnashed in a chaotic melee that echoed through the chamber.

That's when I noticed that one of the rogues trousers was already zipped down. If I came one minute later, they would've… they would've raped wife. My fist clenched, suppressing a growl. “Who are you? Leave and we'll pretend you never came here.” The rogue in the middle said. They didn't recognize me. They were definitely rogues. “Well, we tried.” One second the room was theirs. The next second it was mine. The first rogue died before he hit the ground. Brook's claws took him throat to sternum, the copper smell of blood hitting the air.

Before fear or shock could settle, the grove exploded. Rogues poured from the trees in coordinated waves—at least twenty at first, moving with the precision of hunters bred together. They were armed, marked with ritual paints and teeth sharpened by the kind of hate money can’t buy. “Fight back!” someone screamed. The sacred space dissolved into chaos. The rogues moved like soldiers, cutting through our formation with merciless efficiency. Spears and blades flashed. People fell. I rolled away from Ronan as a rogue jumped over us, his claws swiping the spot where our heads were. He fell to the ground with a loud thud in my ears.

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

But here, in this ragged group of outcasts and survivors, I'd found something I'd never had before. Purpose. "I choose you," I said quietly. "All of you. I'm not running." Kael smiled—small but genuine. "Good. Because we need you, Selene. More than you know." “Why do you keep saying that?” I asked. “I’m untrained. I’m unstable. Right now, I’m more danger than help.” He was quiet for a long moment, his expression thoughtful. “I’ve been a rogue for years,” he said finally. “I’ve watched wolves fight, survive, and fall apart. I know what strength looks like. I know what fear looks like. And I know what potential looks like.”

scar gets back in flight as we keep flying around in circles ,around the pack house trying to pick up Rosa's sent ,i held my scorpion mace in my right hand slicing through and killing every single enemy in sight ,the whole pack was so thrown into to chaos ,with everyone running around for their lives ,this time i tried my best not to harm the defenceless ones of the pack just the warriors and guards who tried to stop me from reaching their alpha ,i had scar sex the all ablaze ,i pick up Rosa's scent by its a bit faint . I pick up Rosa's scent but it appear to be a little faint ,it leads me to the end of the pack ,a little into the woods , i get down from scar and walk forward for a clos

Prologue Once upon a time in the dense woods of northern Americas was a fortress unseen by any human eyes. There stood a group of Rogues that stood up and chose to do right by the world and train the wolves of the world in everything important from understanding humans and other races. To learn basic combat strategies. They even helped solidify unity amongst the packs. With over 50 packs spreading around 10 states it was an important job to keep everyone in peace and harmony.