Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader Romance Novels & Stories

"Surely... there is an error? My alpha protector is a peaceful leader." The rogue sneers, pulling a thick roll of heavy tactical tape from his belt. Before Jone can weave another sentence, the rogue slaps the adhesive over Jone's mouth, cutting off his ability to manipulate the conversation. "Let us begin the chronicle," the rogue whispers crazily, hoisting a graphic pack record photo showing a mutilated wolf corpse. "Let us discuss the rogue commander whose limbs Michael Jackson personally severed and left for the crows." Jone stares at the image through narrowed eyes, his inner wolf completely unmoved by the blood. If that rogue had threatened the Silverclaw borders, Jone only regrets that

I whisper as she wraps her arms around my neck. "You must be sure. I will not take kindly to any bad words after this encounter, so I ask again, are you sure?" I can't stop Romeo as he takes control to make sure she knows who she has invited into her home and her bed, or should I say her body. I am not as stable as Julian or Victoria. For some reason, I am closer to being a natural Rogue. A natural Rogue is one that is possibly mateless and therefore can't control their emotions. Lust, anger and bloodlust are the top three of the worst, it is why I need a release more often the Julian does. I smile as she nods again and I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me.

“And of course, you don’t want to mark me because you don’t want to take your throne back.” “I don’t know what I want to do yet. I have no support. No army. It’s not that easy.” “What about these rogues Monty spoke about? What is a rogue anyway?” “A rogue is a packless wolf. It’s not that easy. Rogues aren’t warriors. By the time I have them trained and ready for a war, Caspian would know and we’d all be dead. Well, not you and me…we’d only wish we were dead.”

Crates lined the warehouse floor, filled with weapons and supplies meant to support the joint patrols. Then the howls came. The doors burst open, and shadows poured in—wolves with eyes glowing amber, teeth bared. Rogues. But not just rogues. Aiden’s blood froze. Their jackets bore the silver Veyron crest. Julian’s words crashed back. Strange how rogues wore your insignia. Fury ignited, hot and instant. His wolf surged. Dante. The first rogue lunged. Aiden met him with a fist to the jaw, sending him sprawling into a crate. Another came low, claws raking his thigh. Pain flared, blood hot. He snarled, shoving him back.

The sound of his shift was thunder in the small space. I pressed myself against the back wall of the cave, and my legs gave out. The stone bit into my back. The heat still pulsed through me, a sick rhythm that made everything blur at the edges, and I watched the fight like it was happening underwater. Bastian's wolf was a monster. Black fur, one ear torn, shoulders thick as boulders. He caught the first rogue by the throat and threw it against the cave wall hard enough that I heard bones crack. But the second rogue was already on his flank, and the third circled toward the fire, toward me.

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.