Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader Romance Novels & Stories

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

Gael tapped a button, and the large screen on the wall flickered to life. "Here is a photo of his meeting with the self-proclaimed Rogue King." Zoriana stared at the screen. One man was a tall, bulky figure with olive skin and piercing black eyes. The other... her breath hitched. It was the stranger from the motorbike showroom. A second photo appeared: the same stranger with a young, barely clothed she-wolf on his lap. He was Alpha Tristan. She remembered his arrogance in the shop—he had looked like a man who thought he owned the world because, in the underworld, he did.

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.”

The masked shewolf was seen jumping from one building to another. She seemed to wince slightly at every step while holding her hand. Because of that, her transformation could not be perfect. She was leery that was some kind of poison in her wound. This time, her mission failed. That shewolf is called Rae. She becomes Rogue in the last few years. Before it, Rae was the Omega of a large pack that controlled a city on the East Continent. However, her mate was betray her, he rejected Rae and made her decide to leave the pack and go to the West Continent.

he chuckled, “There's no way I could be. I fell in love with one only a few hours after meeting her, and then I completely opened my eyes.” “Being a rogue isn't a bad thing in itself. One's goodness isn't based on their status. They can be good just as well as pack members could be bad. We've witnessed the latter firsthand." His expression turned stony, and I shivered at the reminder of Darius. “I can't say I'm completely sold on the idea, and the jury is still out for whoever this guy is. But, so long as you're happy with him, I'll try.” I smiled at him, grateful for his acceptance.

“Discipline is up. Casualties down. He’s making them fight smarter, not just harder. Someone’s guiding that.” “Someone?” I arched a brow. Ronan’s mouth curved. “The reports keep mentioning a woman. Crimson Rogue. Some say she’s his lover, some say his mind. All say she’s worse than him.” “Crimson,” Samuel repeated. “As in blood.” “Her dress was soaked in it,” Abel said. “That’s the story going around. She didn’t scream when her lover died. Just stood in it and took his place.” I sat back. “So the Rogue King grows stronger, and a bloodthirsty strategist sits at his side.”

“You're not one to break your promises aren't you? Your oath? Staying true to the conditions of a lost bet? I could go on and on.” “Fine!” She turned around and stormed off, slamming the door and making me chuckle lightly. It was fun tiling her up. My smile vanished just as quickly as my mind went back to the guy in the dungeons. It still didn't seem right. Darius had never met Rora so what would he benefit if she was gone? Of course he must have heard of her considering her unique standpoint in the werewolf community but what would he gain? I looked around and something caught my eye on the shelves.