Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader Romance Novels & Stories

the first rogue said, voice dropping to a whisper, “we know you’re building something different. Stronger. We want in. But we’re cautious. If you reject us, we burn every convoy we find.” Victor’s fingers curled into fists. “You threaten war.” “No,” the rogue said, stepping closer. “We offer a chance at peace - or at least control. But only if you’re willing to play hard.” I folded my arms, weighing the risk. Rogue packs were unpredictable, dangerous - but they held power and secrets the Council feared. “Arrange a meeting,” I said at last, “but know this - we’re not friends. Test us, and you’ll learn what it means to face Nightshade’s fury.”

The atmosphere was tense, a palpable unease settling over the group like a shroud. Kade stood at the center of the camp, his presence commanding attention. His gaze swept over the rogues, a predator surveying his domain. "Gather around," he called, his voice slicing through the morning air. The rogues assembled, forming a loose circle around him. Charollet remained seated, her heart pounding. "We have a traitor among us," Kade announced, his eyes locking onto hers. Murmurs rippled through the crowd. "Charollet," he continued, "has been deceiving us. She is no wolf. She is a human spy, sent to infiltrate our ranks."

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

Ros took a ritual obsidian blade, nicking his thumb and then mine. "I, Ros Miller, Rogue of the Shadowed Woods, claim you, Lexi Marron, as my Mate, my Alpha, and my Soul." His voice was a deep, resonant growl that echoed off the stone walls. "I, Lexi Marron, Alpha of the Blue Moon, claim you, Ros Miller, as my Mate, my King, and my Heart." As we pressed our bleeding thumbs together, a shockwave of power rolled through the hall. The mate bond didn't just snap; it roared. Ros pulled me into him, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that told every Alpha in the room exactly who I belonged to.

I could see the gears turning as she told me not to worry about the extra space for the incoming wolves. After she walked away I made my way to the war room. I had more to lay out now that I had even the slightest new information regarding the rogues. A war had begun and I couldn’t help the pride I felt as I moved the monopoly pieces around the map that my mate had created this room and setup for us. My war queen was one of a kind. { Raine }

The second I enter the main hall, I see three warriors pinning a struggling man against the floor. The scent hits me immediately. Not from my pack. Rogue. My aura darkens dangerously. The rogue laughs weakly despite blood running from his mouth. “There she is…” he rasps while looking upstairs directly toward Jasmine’s scent. Every instinct inside me becomes lethal instantly. “What do you want with her?” I growl. The rogue grins. Then says the one sentence that makes the entire room freeze. “The cursed Luna belongs to the Shadow Wolves.”

he said, his voice low and rough. “Who are you?” I managed to ask, my heart still racing. He didn’t answer. Instead, he extended a hand to help me up. Reluctantly, I took it, my fingers trembling against his calloused palm. “I’m Kael,” he said finally, his gaze never leaving mine. The name hit me like a thunderbolt. Kael. The rogue. The disgraced Beta who had been exiled from our pack years ago. “What do you want with me?” I demanded, pulling my hand away.

Harrison offered. “Thanks, but no thanks. Being rogue suits me if you haven’t noticed. It lets me walk in and out of any pack I need to and makes it easier to blend into things when I’m around humans,” Hayden said. “Let’s go inside so I can talk to Mimi and find out everything she knows.”

Killing those who were supposed to be some of the best fighters in the pack always bought about a sense of happiness, knowing I was one step closer to being able to seek my revenge. In the ten years I had been living as a rouge the thought of actually meeting my mate was something which had crossed my mind on a couple of occasions, but they were brushed to the side as quickly as they came. At almost twenty-eight I had pretty much accepted that I was never going to find my other half and, even if I did find him now, then I would be sure to reject him. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the infamous rogue," one of the males chuckled when they finally came to a stop where I was readying myself.

And he responded back pulling her close with his hand behind her back. Once done, the lovers separated and he turned to leave. To go pay a visit to the Rogues and get his third powers, from Alpharix the Magical White Wolf. ********** Rogue Base, “Everyone is here right?” Dmitri one of the Rogue Alpha Kings growled out while holding a meeting in the war room of their base. “Yes, everyone is all here.” Their Rogue Beta Liam replied, with his own mate Mandy standing next to him. “We have enough weapons and wooden stakes too right? For this Vampire is bringing the whole Vampire Army too!” Damien the other one also growled out,