Rogue Trader Crime Lord Build Novels & Stories

“The Ancient Rogue City.” I whipped my head toward him, my brows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean, ‘Ancient Rogue City?’” He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his eyes dark with unease. “This is a city built by the First Rogues,” he explained, his voice low as though afraid of being overheard. “Centuries ago, they were exiled from their packs after the witches and werewolves went to war. The rogues sided with the witches, using their powers to try and dominate the werewolf world. This is where they came to rebuild, to create a sanctuary for their kind.”

"So. We’re desperate?" "We’re rebuilding and trying to overthrow Aurelius. We need trade leverage, yes, and we also need to be willing to do what he isn’t. Those ingredients will make our potions better. Meaning they will need us. And if they need us the rogues become a force they can't get rid of. We've gained their respect by taking the bandits and winning the Hunt." I took a breath, then continued; “All that, while important, only served to prove we won't burden them. What we're doing now will prove that they need us.”

Finally, I’m seeing some brains. “Exactly. I think someone knew what they were doing and used Trudy’s greed to get the job done.” “No,” he says, shaking his head. “No way. There is no Rogue King,” he says, following my train of thought. “There is.” I insist. “Stop being ridiculous.” he spits out angrily. “Stop being oblivious.” I retort, coolly. “What the hell would a ‘Rogue King’ want from me? Hell, what would he want in general? Hmm? Chaos and darkness?” he says, growing irate. Clearly, his wolf is still a little aggressive in there.

Caden asks before taking a bite of his own food “In order to create a pack you need to own the land, then the pack are bound to there, only then can you develop a mindlink between you all and a leader is decided, that’s why most rogue packs are not packs, they ain’t all bad but they are not good either” “Yeah we might have been peaceful but not peaceful enough to be a pack, our people still stole to survive, we never lived of the land and I don’t think anyone had any jobs” Craig tells us

He cried out in pain, trying to resist but it only made me enjoy his suffering more. “Pathetic,” I scoffed, pushing him away. “Get the car, we’re going to pay his family a visit and bring him along.” *** The drive was long and torturous as I tried to not think about how I'd lost an eight hundred thousand dollars slave without getting to tame her. “We’re here, Alpha,” Richmond announced, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Bring that sniveling fool out of the booth,” I ordered, stepping down from the car. I was in my pack. It was a large number of houses that I had acquired over the years and built as my packhouse for all rogues who had been banished by their packs or ran away from their packs a

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

It rang twice before someone answered. "Prepare the list," he said. "Everyone Nikolai has ever trusted or called a brother. We start with his closest circle. One by one. I want to destroy him before things get out of hand." "Yes, sir." The voice on the other end responded before he hung up. The boss leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, his eyes still hidden behind his dark glasses, hiding the large eye bags beneath them. He wiped a teardrop from his sagging cheek and muttered under his breath "Leonardo, my son, your death won’t go unanswered. I was wrong to have forced you to be like that monster. You were nothing compared to him. Rest assured that I'll make him pay. I won't let your

"They'll take your title for touching a woman who's having an affair. They'll throw you in prison. And Azzianna, you'll lose everything. You'll be a homeless beggar." "To be honest," Lucian said, a dark, wicked grin moving across his scarred jaw. "The Elders love a good story. And I think 'The Betrayed Bride and the Rogue Hero' sounds better than 'The Alpha who Cheated on his Wedding Night.' I think they might find your behavior... disappointing." Julian growled, like a real wolf, but he didn't attack. He knew he couldn't win this fight. He turned and stormed off the deck, screaming that it wasn't over yet and that he would regret it.

My cheeks burn with a sudden, hot flush. Clement, completely clueless about the panic inside my head, practically bounces on his boots with pure excitement. "Rosa, does your inner wolf agree to sell Lonely Sunset for a billion resources right now?" Agree with it? My wolf is screaming a massive yes inside my skull. If a few quick strokes of my brush can bring in a billion gold coins for my bloodline, my brain would be totally crazy to say no. I love pack resources. My rogue life taught me to love them always. But my face cannot show the greed to these high elders. Out here in the open hall, I am a respected master strategist, not a broke money-chaser from the swamps.

“Rocky is the most powerful underground figure around here, known as one of the Four Great Crime Lords in Centropolis. How were we to know that this country bumpkin knew him?” Edward’s eyes lit up. “Rocky, I’ll pay you ten times the amount for Frederick’s life! Even if you know him, your connection to him can’t outweigh the value of real money. People like you thrive on danger—there’s nothing you won’t do for the right price!” Rocky puffed on a cigarette, then grinned widely, his face contorted with amusement. “You old fool, you’re really something! Hahaha! You're still trying to buy me off without realizing how big of a mess you’re in!”