Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader Romance Novels & Stories

“Thank you. Will you wait for a reply then? Since I’m not allowed to contact them by phone or internet.” “If you want.” Amber now looked more closely at the wolf standing before her. Gods, he looked like he survived a war or two, but the scars didn’t deter from his masculine beauty. In Amber’s eyes, the scars looked like treasure trails and she wanted to be the treasure hunter. The dangerous and mysterious air about him only gave her the incentive to pursue her interests. Amber couldn’t help but smile.

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she

One other elder demanded. Suddenly, all seven elders erupted into a shower of demands and questions. It wasn’t acceptable to associate with a rogue, let alone have a relationship with one. “Just before the war started, Alyssa was dating a man. He turned out to be not only a rogue, but the rogue king’s son! When her bastard child died by the goddess, instead of taking the blame herself, Alyssa blamed the pack doctor and this pack!” “Proof, what proof do you have of this?” one elder demanded.

Rogues steer clear of human towns and other wear wolves are unlikely to try to invade for risk of exposing themselves. Following Darien inside he shows me where I can put my clothes and shift. I call Braxton forward, feeling him pass through me and take control. Light grey hair sprouting all over my body, joints snapping, I’m brought to my knees. Twisting and contorting my body changing shape. It wasn’t as painful this time and within a few minutes I was once again a passenger in my body.

I say as I release my hold against his lungs, just enough so he can take a breath. “I don’t know. I am an unranked wolf. How would I know?” His chest is heaving up and down, trying to take in as much air as he can. “You lie,” I whisper next to his ear. “You are a warrior, part of the Royal Guard. I recognize the tattoo on your arm. I assume you were set on the outskirts of the city to keep the… riff raff out.” “Riff Raff like witches,” the handsome wolf says boldly.

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.

Every part of me wanted to lean into him, to press my fur against his skin, to breathe in his scent and never breathe anything else again. But I could not. I would not. I was a rogue. He was an Alpha. I had attacked his pack. He had thrown me in a dungeon. This was not some fairy tale where the prisoner fell in love with her captor. This was real life, and real life had taught me that trusting people got you hurt. So I bit him. I sank my teeth into his forearm as hard as I could. I tasted blood. He grunted but did not pull away. I bit harder, and then I yanked myself free from his grip and scrambled to the farthest corner of the cell.

We spent twenty-four years and nine months living together, what's a few more right? "Alright. Today you all have the distinguished pleasure of spending time with either one of us for the remainder of the time here at the Archane. We will be your disciplinarian, enemy, and trainer, and should you all or some of you make it through - we might also be your partner on missions." Enzo starts out eyeing each of us menacingly. My name is Lorenzo Carter and my partner is Dimitri Jeoff. We are not your friends. We might laugh with you, even take your side on occasions, but never make the mistake of thinking we are your friends."

Katrina bowed and rushed to the transportation room to create what was asked of her. Rogue followed behind Katrina and stood at the door of the transportation room leaning against the doorframe watching as Katrina conjured the portal. “Thank you.” He said and stepped inside the portal appearing in Earth, in the middle of the war that was raging across the globe. Rogue appeared just in time to catch Lucifer who was hurled away by Sariel's Warhammer, his eyes hardened as he looked at the platoons, how dare they, how dare they lay their filthy weapons on his beloved skin, they were dying no matter which sovereign they were under.

Troy struck hard and fast, his fangs coming away with a sizable chunk of meat from the writhing rogue’s throat. Before Troy could leave the side of the dead rogue, three warlocks clad in black gowns appeared. Neither could mask the shock in their eyes when their gazes fell on the dead rogues. Fury and disappointment filled the eyes of one particular warlock when her gaze landed on the dead rogue lying beside Troy. Her red hair and blue eyes gave away her identity, thanks to Amber’s detailed description. The sound that left the warlock’s throat caught the attention of the golden wolf. It turned to look at whoever had made that sound and froze.