Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader Romance Novels & Stories

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,

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.

Within a blink of an eye, Roman was there picking the guy up and throwing him up over his shoulder, and taking Levi by his hand. “We have pent-up aggression and we will find out all that we can and report back,” Roman said calmly and smoothly to the lot of us. I could tell that he tried so hard to hold back all emotion from losing his other mate. He didn’t want to put that on Levi but we could all see his struggles. Even Levi, but none of us would tell him. Instead, we all nod to him and then began to grab as many of the unconscious pricks that we could get our hands on as one of the rogue warriors came with the flatbed to take all the bodies to drop outside of our borders. It only took 30 m

To patients. A young warrior, his arm bandaged thickly, stiffened when he saw me. I knelt beside his bed without hesitation. “You fought bravely,” I told him. “But bravery doesn’t mean you heal alone.” His eyes filled, and he nodded. Rogue recently attacked the Red moon pack. He is one of the warriors that fight. By the time I left, exhaustion settled deep into my bones, but it was the satisfying kind. The kind that came from purpose. Damon, the warrior assigned by the elders to accompany me, remained quiet as we returned to the palace. He observed everything, reporting nothing aloud. A watcher. A judge.

“This rogue has no backbone I see, just another mutt that we need to dispose of.” I raised my eyebrow, carefully raising my forcefield as I watched them approach me, my tone laced with a loud growl. “You may think I’m a rogue with unworthy breading, but I don’t want to be a stupid Luna. Take the alpha for all I care. I don’t want him.” The blonde growled, clenching her painted nails at her side. “Don’t disrespect him in my presence mutt.”

I was dumped onto a bed, stained beyond recognition. The air inside was worse. Sweat, lust, and blood mixed together. The walls were decorated with restraints, barbed collars, and electric whips—each one stained with dark, dried blood. "Ah, her body..." The tattooed rogue leered down at me, his smile disgusting. "Alpha Pheisar got bored, but it's a good deal for us." The other rogues behind him watched me like prey. Their eyes were slick and obscene, chilling me to the bone.

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.

His fur was dripping wet from the pond I had been about to jump into, and the excitement of my escape vanished when his heavy paw pressed down onto the center of my back, his claws digging into my skin. I groaned from the impact, my ribs protesting as I tried to wiggle free and failed due to the enormous wolf holding me down. A combination of fear and a thrilling kind of excitement that I didn’t quite recognize filled me as he released a low, threatening growl and goosebumps rose along my skin. We rarely had rogues this close to the border, but this was no ordinary rogue. From my brief glimpse of him, I knew I was in trouble before he had collided with me. He was twice the size of any ordina

As for me, I was taken to the Rogue Pack by Derek. When we arrived, the entire pack was bustling with activity. I saw soldiers decorating everything—some were carrying wooden planks, others arranging flowers, and many were handling flickering stones that shimmered in the light. “What are they doing?” I asked, glancing at Derek, curiosity in my eyes. “They seem so busy.” “They’re preparing for our bonding ceremony,” Derek said with a smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously. I froze. “Why so soon…?” I murmured, lowering my head, too shy to meet his gaze.

Andre, “I don’t know but something big is happening! I can feel it!” Evan, “please just chill, I don’t need this shit today!” I opened the door to the diner and her smell hit me first! The most amazing smell of dark chocolate coffee hit me and almost knocked me backward. The second thing I sensed is she is a rouge! What the hell is happening? How did I walk into the only restaurant that had a fucking rogue working there? I scanned the room until I locked eyes with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. But she was a rogue!