Blacksmith Rogue Lineage Novels & Stories

The Vanguard warriors were fighting with breathtaking bravery, tearing through waves of rogues with tooth and claw, but the silver artillery was simply too concentrated. Every single time one of my wolves shifted to fight, a volley of silver-tipped bolts would bring them down, their flesh burning into black ash before their bodies even hit the mud. "Alpha, watch your six!" General Simon screamed. I spun around. Through the haze of smoke and rain, I saw a rogue captain rising from the jagged rocks just ten feet away. He was wielding a massive, custom-forged broadsword, but the dark steel wasn't just silver. It was glowing with an ominous, sickly green sheen.

I knew deep within my soul that I had to embrace the consequences of my actions, to accept the path of banishment and walk the solitary road of a Rogue. The decision weighed heavily upon me, for I would be severed from all I had known, from the familiarity of the kingdom and the comfort of my pack. Yet, Tania, in my heart, I found a newfound clarity, a strength that arose from the depths of my convictions. I knew that true honor and integrity lie not in the sheltered embrace of the pack, but in facing the consequences of my choices with unwavering resolve. So, with a heavy heart and an unwavering determination, I declined the offer of redemption. I embraced my fate as a Rogue, ready to roam

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

I kneeled in front of him and gently took his hands in mine. "Only for a moment, but I'm right here with you. Use the mate bond to ease the pain and you'll be fine." I reassured. He nodded and took a deep breath. "Here goes." He sighed. "I, Elijah Black, Omega of the Midnight Pack, hereby cut all ties with the Midnight Pack and will become a Rogue." His face immediately contorted in pain and he put his hands on his head, groaning. I pressed my forehead against his and hoped that my presence might ease the pain a bit.

"You all have the same scent: Death, silver, and fear. I circled away from the wall and murmured, "Funny," keeping my gun pointed at his center mass. "You smell like wet dog and poor life choices." He made a lunge. Before he had traveled half the distance between us, I shot him three times in the chest. He staggered but did not fall as the silver-core rounds made moist, meaty noises as they slammed through his partially altered hide. Rogues were dangerous in part because they were tough. They had given up their humanity in favor of a predatory instinct that encompassed an almost superhuman capacity for suffering.

Even bound in silver restraints, he radiated an unnerving confidence, his smirk mocking as he looked us over. “You’ve been busy,” the rogue said, his voice grating but laced with amusement. His gaze shifted between us, his tone dripping with mockery. “Digging into things best left buried, haven’t you?” My wolf growled low in my chest, a rumble that echoed the fury boiling inside me. I stepped forward, my golden eyes narrowing dangerously. “What do you know about Liora’s death?” I demanded, my voice like steel. The rogue’s smirk widened, and he tilted his head in mock pity. “Oh, quite a bit,” he said. “But you already knew that, didn’t you? The little breadcrumbs I left behind. You’re followi

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 hear

His wolf surged forward, lending his blows a brutal strength that shattered the rogue’s defenses. Liam ducked under the broad rogue’s swipe, his body moving with lightning reflexes. He drove his fist into the rogue’s gut, then another into his ribs. “You don’t touch my family!” he snarled, his eyes blazing with golden light. Graham’s growl was deep and guttural as he tackled the broad rogue alongside Lucas, their combined weight sending him crashing into a stack of crates that splintered under the impact. Meanwhile, Aiden danced around the wiry rogue, each strike precise, measured.

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.

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.