Romans & histoires Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader Romance

“I went down the rabbit hole hours ago. Everything sounds crazy and yet so logical. I can’t tell what’s sane and what’s not anymore. I just don’t want anyone screaming at me or getting violent.” Robert gave a frustrated and exasperated sigh. “I assure you both. Whatever is happening here it’s escalating, and we can’t allow it to harm either of you. This is a situation I never planned to be in. But basically this is the calm before a war breaks out. I’m stuck trying to figure out who our enemy is still.” “Question. What are rogues?” “Rogue or rogue pack. Wolf shifters who don’t have a pack or are in a territory they have no right to be in. A rogue pack is a pack who steps into the territory o

This unexpected action made her jump a little, and when she caught me in the act and turned around, she teasingly called me a "Bad wolf.My warrior warned us of more rouges approaching, thus we shortened our stay. Despite Winter's instructions to stand behind her, a bad feeling made me reluctant to obey. I instantly command my warriors to heed their Queen. They nodded in agreement and stood behind us as we exited, only to be faced with an army of rogues. A rogue stepped forward, leading my mate to attempt reasoning with them by offering to spare their lives in exchange for letting us depart. Refusing to back down, the rouge demanded war, his desire fueled by revenge for his fallen soldiers.

Nearby, another warrior unleashed a barrage of elemental attacks, commanding the very earth beneath his paws to strike at the rogues with forceful tremors. In a decisive moment, the warrior delivered a precise strike, incapacitating her rogue adversary. Marcus, utilizing his elemental mastery, created a protective barrier that repelled the rogues attempting to breach their defenses. The scarred rogue, witnessing the faltering morale of his pack, hesitated for a brief moment. Limuel, meanwhile, locked eyes with the rogue, their silent communication conveying a profound understanding of the stakes. The beta's every movement seemed deliberate—a dance between predator and prey. He anticipated th

This Rogue is probably going to kill me, but I refuse to go down easy. About ten feet away from where Chandra and I are standing, the Rogue stops. His eyes grow malevolently in the moonlight as more of his brethren step out of the shadows. I count two, three, five… I look behind us. Seven Rogue warriors, covered in ash and blood. Chandra and I press our backs together. The Rogues move in. And then a wolf, one I know so, so well, leaps in from the dark. "Evander!" I gasp as my former mate brings the Rogues down.

Her voice on paper. The combat details made his heart stop. She'd nearly died. Nearly lost the baby. Fought Marcus to a draw. Pride and terror mixed in his chest. The alliance news was good. The rogue plan was risky. He wrote back immediately. *The rogue plan is smart but dangerous. Make sure Stefan picks experienced warriors. Ones who've fought dirty before. Rogues don't follow rules. Don't honor combat protocols. They'll ambush. Trap. Use every advantage. Prepare for that. I'm proud of you. Scared for you. But mostly proud. Three weeks and I'm home. I love you.*

I exhaled harshly and put my earbud back in and didn't push play, closing my eyes to Everett frowning at me. I pretended to ignore the two as I sat back and listened to them talk. "Rogue is an extremely attractive man, um, plus an A+ assassin, he might fall in love with her at first glance and we will be out of the running, Everett mumbled upset and Cassian laughed at him.

“Then tell me who you really are.” Roman’s gaze sharpened slightly, though his smile didn’t waver. “I’m exactly who I said I am. Roman. A wolf who goes where he pleases. I’ve seen the world, and yes, I’ve been on the fringes of rogue packs. But I’m no traitor.” “You’re a rogue, then,” Ardan pressed. Roman shook his head. “I said I’m a “traveler,” not a rogue. There’s a difference, Alpha. I don’t pledge myself to anyone, but I’m not your enemy.”

We head out and start driving back to our pack. I turn on the radio as we head out. We are halfway back to the pack when 10 rogues suddenly jump into the road and block our path. Me and Estella stay in the car since we aren't needed as our warriors jump out and face the rogues. The rogues are strong but no match for our warriors are stronger and don't take long to deal with them. After the rogues are captured, the warriors get back in their cars and we start driving again when we get to the pack. I order the warriors to take the captured rogues down to the pack dungeon before going into the packhouse and greeting my Gamma, Conrad.

They had barely urged the horses forward when the wind shifted… and with it, something primal settled over the land. We all felt it. A growl, low and thunderous, rumbled through the air like a storm on the horizon. Every warrior froze. I turned in my saddle, already tensing, and then I saw him. A rogue stepped out from the edge of the brush. No, not just any rogue. He was massive. Towering, muscle stacked on muscle, with scars crisscrossing his body like war tattoos. His fur was a deep rust color, almost black in places, and his eyes—cold, ancient, soulless—locked onto Thorne.

his voice quivers with ecstasy—the world will tremble at his might and glory. A shiver slithers down my spine, not from fear, but from something darker. Something wrong. “He showed us,” the rogue continues, his lips peeling back into a bloody grin. “The glorious day. The day he will sit on the throne, his queen by his side. The day we all live in his paradise!” A strangled sound escapes one of the warriors behind me. “This bastard is completely out of his mind,” he mutters under his breath, but his body betrays him—his hands shake, his breath comes in short, uneven bursts.