100 Novel(s) Related To Rogue Lineage

My boots crunched against bits of granite as I slowly stepped through the wreckage. “Pull back,” I told my men quietly. “I need a clear space.” They obeyed instantly. I crouched, pressing my fingertips to the soil near the largest overturned statue. The scent was there—feral and messy, but not wild. That was the mistake people made with rogues. They thought chaos meant stupidity. But these were first-timers—turned wolves, not born. Prone to rage, yes. But capable of planning. Of vengeance.

Elaine, an Omega,had spent all her life being prepared for a prestigious mate by her family. To them nothing was more important than an elite match for their last daughter but things would change when the Rogue Alpha Maxwell, a banished heir of the royal family storms in and claims her against her will. What begins with rivalry turns into unwavering passion and desire for each other. Eventually pregnant with Alpha Maxwell's forbidden heir, Elaine carries a child prophesied to be the destroyer of the current monarchy and one who will either unite or destroy the packs forever.She would live her life protecting her pup while fighting beside her ferocious Alpha.

An indication that he was carrying a heavy load. Before speaking, Lider also placed the heavy sack —not as heavy as Kaylon's sack, down to the ground. “Yes, Alpha. Maybe she's al—” Lider stopped talking when Kaylon stopped him using a hand signal. That's when Lider tried checking behind him. But he can't see anyone, except for the smell of his fellow warriors that is getting nearer. They can only be counted by fingers, since Kaylon was expecting additional warriors coming from the west. Warriors came from warrior Augmina’s fleet. He was expecting an additional four to six people.

I Arrived at the shadow-core pack’s main driveway, I got a call from Gary Saithe telling me to get my ass over here, Gary is A Vampire -werewolf hybrid known as Alpha to his band of misfit rogues that he likes to keep as pets, his pack was no laughing stock nor to be taken lightly as all pack leaders feared him but Mostly Feared the rogues that he took in as his own members - they were a different sort of breed, not just one race. But a mixture of good and bad. - I killed the Roaring engine to my black sports car and stepped out of the driver’s side straightening out my matching black suit that fitted around me so well. A lingering scent hung in the passing breeze, I took a deep breath inhaling it - It smelled of wet fur and cat piss that saturated the air around me. I was trying to hide my distaste for the irritating scent, but it was no use- it made my stomach flip flop.

But I promised that I would take her to see her family. Javier drops his defensive stance, responding, “I’m sorry man, it’s just bizarre that you didn’t know..” He looks apologetic. Then explains. “And a Rogue is a wild stray wolf, basically. They don’t have any leader or pack, and most don’t want one. They cause chaos wherever they go and are vicious killers. Ripping people who get in their way to shreds literally! They stank too.” And lil Shawn exclaims, “Yeah, they smell like garbage truck juice!”

Such betrayal, but what would you expect from a rogue. Never trust a rogue.

My trembling hands pushed away the curtain, and the blinding morning light made me squint, but I struggled to keep them open to take on the grand sight outside this carriage. Towering ivory walls reaching up to fifty meters, seemingly reaching for the horizons, and a luxurious blackwood double-door gate embossed with a ruby-eyed ebony wolf howling to the heavens highlighted by golden lines, as if the giant black wolf with blood-red eyes is ready to leap out of the gate and massacre its enemies. The entrance to the core power territory of the Rogue kingdom exudes a terrifying momentum of bloodshed and carnage. It perfectly fits the image of the Rogue werewolf race that I have learned and heard from stories about their sudden emergence, and how they only took three years to conquer the entire Elden continent.

I had no idea if we would find any answers at all let alone what to expect when we got to the next pack. I tried mind linking, tried checking the bind if it was intact, it was faint but it wasn't enough reassurance. The threat posed by the rogues was greater than I had expected. It's been years since rogues had united and tried to fight but now it was different. I clenched my teeth and vowed to continue my search. Layla was out there and I could find her. I wouldn't stop even if it meant destroying the entire world. Dear Moon Goddess, keep her safe.

“We have an alibi, witnesses to that, and nothing to gain from such destruction.” My voice was so low, so deadly—my eyes so fierce, so unyielding, that Marcus actually balked. It was brief and slight, but it was there. He took a step back. I stood taller. Every inch upward made my burned skin pull, but I didn’t flinch. “Tyler Rogers is my mate,” I said as if announcing it to an audience. “Yes, I am a rogue. But we have already sealed our bond. And there’s nothing anyone can do to break that.”

She raised a claw to finish it off when another rogue jumped at her, knocking her off the wolf. Nora whimpered, falling to a side, leaving her ribs bruised and bleeding. Of course, rogues travelled in twos. The new rogue crouched beside the fallen rogue, sniffing it and checking if it was still alive. Nora saw her blood on a couple of fallen leaves and growled, charging at the newcomer. She gave it no breathing space as she took it down, swiping at its neck with renewed energy and anger. When it tried to howl for help, she ripped out its vocal cord and the rogue went still. Returning to the initial one, it was barely alive and struggling to get away.

With the ancient Graystone wards fully activated and the ley lines restored, our territories now had protections that hadn't existed for generations—defences that Nightshade would find nearly impossible to penetrate. A distant howl suddenly cut through the celebration, not pack, not friendly. It was quickly joined by others, a discordant chorus that made the hair along my spine rise. One of them had shifted back “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” he screamed, “YOU HAVE ALLOWED ABILITIES FROM THE ROYAL LINE TO AWAKEN ONCE MORE, THEY WILL NOW DIE TONIGHT.” Maison shifted back instantly, his human form materialising beside me. "Rogue wolves," he growled, his eyes scanning the darkened forest edge. "At least twenty from the sound of it."

“By hiding there.” I turn back to the window and imagine it. Sirens. Panic. Wolves forced to hold back while fear spills everywhere. “He thinks the city makes him safe,” I say. “But it makes him weak.” Lena steps closer. “And when he realizes?” “He will have nowhere to run,” I say. “Because he will not abandon them. That is his flaw.” Mark nods slowly. “And his bloodline?” I feel that old fire burn hotter. “It ends,” I say. “Right there. In the open. Where everyone can see what happens when you cross me.”

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could never be accomplished by hundreds of men.

Also many self aid techniques. Life in the compound was coming about nicely. Everyone had been getting along nicely and were all enjoying eachothers company. The Rogue camps that were set up outside our territory had moved onto the royals land for safety. Many of them had agreed to join the Blue Rose pack but there were many that were still very leery of the Alphas and would often shy away from everyone. It was extremely clear that many of these women had been through the ringer quite a few times. We had questioned some of the others that had agreed to join why they were Rogues. Though many could not explain it or who said that they had gone through hell. It was hard to understand that many of these Rogue camps were women. Women had banded together and shared their homes, their food and their lives with one another. “When is Adrik set to arrive?” My father asked. I could tell that he was itching to slaughter his former alpha.

I turn around and survey the battlefield and I see six rogues attacking Conrad at once four from the front and three from behind and he's strong because of his Alpha blood but he still has his limits the most he could fight at once is four, so I rush towards Conrad and intercept the three that are attacking from behind. The first rogue launches onto my back while the second one bites my leg causing me to yelp in pain and the third one tries to bite my neck, but I shake of the rogue on my back and slash my claws on the face of the second rogue then I jump out of the way of the third rouge. After that I dig my claws into the first rogue's face and slash out one of its eyes then I slash my claws deep into the second rogue's throat killing the rogue then I turn to the third rogue that was trying to sneak up on me.

Chapter 27: The Tides of Battle Rogue Alpha’s POV The scent of blood, sweat, and fear mingled in the air as the battle raged around me. The ground beneath my paws shook with every blow, every strike, as the chaos of war enveloped us. My pack, the rogues who had followed me for years, were in their element. They were fast, ruthless, and eager to tear down everything in their path. The Alpha bloodline that had ruled this territory for so long—Alpha Callum’s pack—was crumbling. It was only a matter of time before we wiped them out completely.

The rogues employed similar tactics in each assault—scent blockers to mask their approach, synchronised strikes from multiple directions, targeting resources rather than territory. What they rarely did was claim territory, which defied typical rogue behavior. Traditional rogues wanted land, pack structure, the stability they'd lost when they were cast out or chose to leave their original packs. These rogues struck and disappeared, leaving destruction but taking only specific supplies—weapons, communication equipment, occasionally medical supplies. "It's like they're building something," I said, pushing back from the desk to rub my tired eyes. "Gathering resources for a larger purpose." Lukas nodded, his expression grim as he studied the map where red pins marked each attack. "The question is what. And why target us directly? Rogues typically avoid royal attention, knowing it means certain death."

Jessica was smiling to herself as her wolf loped through the forest on the outskirts of Springfield. She was finally out from under her parents’ thumbs and could be herself. Her parents treated her like a little girl. She was an Alpha she-wolf. At fifteen, she was more than what humans were at twenty. That was why Jessica had stolen her older sister’s driver’s license. She and Vanessa looked so much alike that no one would doubt she was twenty-two.

A rogue broke from the shadows behind him. Fast. Silent. Corrupted. Its claws already raised. Already aiming. At my son. “No—!” The world shattered. Instinct overrode everything else. I let go. I turned. I moved. Faster than I ever had. Faster than thought. Faster than rage. Because nothing— Nothing— Mattered more than him. The rogue lunged. I intercepted. My claws tore through its body mid-strike, ripping it apart before it could even touch him.

She would be forced to fight, and yet not too well—because skill would draw attention, and attention meant risk. Rule Four: Bloodlines are sacred. Initiates are evaluated in part on lineage. Noble blood earns privilege. Unknowns and rogues are subject to scrutiny and testing. A pit opened in her stomach. Her true bloodline—daughter of Garrick Stormclaw—would grant her high rank instantly. But as Rian, she was a nobody. A rogue male who showed up with a forged acceptance letter and no clan ties. If anyone questioned her origins or demanded proof… She would be dragged back. And this time, her father would not lock her in a tower. He would make an example of her.