Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader Romance Novels & Stories

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

I replied and flipped my hair. We were all done with our meal and sharing stories by the camp fire when one of the warriors, I think his name was Camie, asked " Luna. What did it feel like to be a rogue?" another warrior nudged him hard " Insensitive much?"" Oh no it's fine. It's fine" I said quickly. They kept quiet, " Well for starters, Rogues live their lives on the run most of the time. But that's more common for those who weren't part of a rogue pack, like me, although I did have one--" "--but she was banished" Felix cut in.

He grimaced at the mention of her, "It mainly happens between Wolves, yes, however it can happen between anyone honestly. The Werewolf King found his Mate with a Human and look how that's turning out for him." "You almost sound like you're jealous of him." She said, his hand slamming the glass down on the table. She watched as a very thin cracked formed at the base and slithered half way up the glass. "Why would I be jealous? Bastard has everything he could ever want. A loving wife, a family..." His words faded from his tongue as she watched the anger in his eyes drift away. "You envy him. Is it because you're a Rogue?" She asked him. "There's that term again." He rolled his eyes as he sat b

“I still have to survive the council first. I don’t know much about your world, but it’s obvious that rogues are not liked. I didn’t realize before that I wasn’t only protecting my freedom, I was also breaking your laws.” I might as well begin using the lies needed to build my innocent image. His eyes stayed sharp, and I was not sure he believed me. “Rogues are usually trouble. Without the stability of a pack, they lose control of their beasts. We were not created to live alone. It affects the animal’s instincts and mind. But you are very different. You are one of the most stable rogue shifters I’ve ever seen who has lived without a pack since a young age. I think you’ll be fine.”

Or those beautiful men who modeled in shoots of some of the projects I undertook for my publisher. Never. I have dated but I never had a boyfriend. I had lusted, but never felt the desire to jump to bed with the man who triggered the yearning like this. I need something more. I need to know the man, need more time. Nothing like this. This is pure, undiluted lust, for a stranger. And it doesn’t make any sense. So I know it is the magick that’s doing this. And I know, without him saying, that he was Gideon Swan.

He quickly kissed her before turning to disembowel another warrior. Nox switched between shouting commands at the enemies, forcing them to fall on their own swords or turn against one another, and slaughtering them with blade, claws, and teeth. Succumbing to the tug in my gut, I tore the souls out of several warriors, their flesh rotting before my very eyes. Beneath the undercurrent of stink, there was another pungent scent. One I recognized instantly. “They’ve got rogues!” My words rippled down the bond as a collective roar pierced the air. The ground beneath our feet trembled. A wave of feral rogues poured into the compound, and the chaos increased tenfold.

“Told us he was a gamma, back in his pack. Asked if we could buy them a round. Said they were on the lamb. Running for something. I don’t remember what.” “Where were they going?” I asked urgently. “No idea,” the rogue shrugged. “But we bought them a round. The lucid one, he told us about how he’d been exiled. Used to be a gamma? Is that true?” I nodded. I was confused. Lucid one? On the lamb? These two were making it sound like…like Adrian and Storm were in some kind of trouble. “And the other one?” I asked. “He was real pretty,” the rogue said, licking his lips. A sly smile crossed his face. “REAL pretty. That ex-gamma was one lucky man. I’d give my left nut to have a pretty boy like that a

My mother closes the mind link and stands next to my father, who checks our invites by the two Crescent Moon warriors. Rogues are wolves who have been banished or rejected from their packs. The majority of rogues are criminals; they have no rules or morals. They attack at the slightest sign of weakness, raping women and killing anyone in their path. In other words, they cause chaos and destruction.

Ryder reported gayly as he waltzed into the room. “I need to go to the Freeland, are you able to accompany me?” I asked the hybrid rogue, Ryder was a different kind of character; rogue, witch, wolf, medic, marine… and I am sure there were more things that we could conclude I’m sure didn’t even know. I saw him hesitate, then nod his head.

The rogue swallowed. But still said nothing. I stepped forward slowly. “Let him go, Cain.” Cain released him reluctantly. The rogue collapsed back onto his knees. I crouched in front of him. “You know who I am?” I asked. The rogue nodded. “Eric… Frostbite’s Alpha.” “Good,” I said. “Then you understand something important.” I leaned slightly closer. “If Damon wins this war, you’re expendable.” The rogue frowned. “Men like him don’t build empires by protecting soldiers. They build them by replacing them.”