Blacksmith Rogue Lineage Novels & Stories

How dare they think lowly of me just because I am a woman when I am much more powerful than hundreds of them combined? I love killing Rogues using the abilities that I have and one of them is to control lightning. That's what they get for laying their filthy hands on me. They deserve to be tortured, but they're lucky enough that I'm in a hurry or they'll die an excruciating death.

“Oh. Umm, on a different topic there’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask you. Why don’t you like rogues?” Tyler lets out a large sigh. “Three years ago, there was a large rogue attack on Moonfang. My parents left to go fight, and were killed during the fighting. I was forced to step up and become Alpha at the age of seventeen. I couldn’t even finish high school properly. I had to attend online classes. I also had to attend college virtually. There are so many things that my parents will never get to see. I hate rogues because whenever I see one, I am reminded of what was taken from me.” Tyler falls silent and stares at his plate. “I understand,” I say softly. Tyler looks up quickly. “Rogue

The Rogue Alpha, the Warlord, Dalhkan King of the Rogue…how the epithets pile up, no one knew his true name, because throughout the entire pack, one name stood above all, we called him…The Butcher. He was also rumored to have possessed dark magic that revealed his enemy’s thoughts. I didn’t want to find out how true that was. We finally set down after hours of travel, after my hours of crying in silence, and I was blown away by the sheer size of the place. It was their campsite, where they stayed and waged war, a site that once belonged to another before them. ‘You are not going to die, Sybil.’ ‘Think about your sister!’ I chided myself when the thought of death and fear and failure shot its

Ryan smashed his way through the Rogues, His presence seemed to attract their attention as most of the rogues gave up climbing, and charged straight to attack him. Ryan growled loudly and attacked head-on, bursting to the side of the wolf, throwing it out of his way, his huge jaws clamping down on the wolf nearby and crushing it in an instant. Another Rogue tried to jump on his back, he turned midway and caught one of its legs a shook his head vigorously, the body of the rogues bounced around like a rag doll before Ryan threw him away. His paws scratched and tore through the flesh of the approaching wolves, one by one. Within minutes, seven of the rogue wolves were dead. Ryan looked around t

His gaze following every single movement Jayson made, if I didn't hate him and kind of want him dead, then I probably would have appreciated his protection a little more. "Who says I took them down without any help?" I returned the question without hesitation. "There's not a man out there is stupid enough to help a rogue. They especially wouldn't dare help a rogue who was residing so close to the border of another territory," Jayson replied with confidence. "If that's the case then I guess I took them all down on my own. Me, a week she-wolf who has been living the life of a rogue for ten years, single handedly killed eighty of your best fighters. Men who had been trained from the age of twel

I jumped on to another who had a silver knife in his mouth as I backed up and kicked him before he could get a good hit in or slice me with the blade. Fighting with silver was common with rogues because they weren't trained fighters. They would take any chance they could get at killing a pack wolf. After I took out a few more the warriors, my warriors had captured 3 or 4 so we could interrogate them later. Finding out who or what led them here would be of great help since this was a random attack and not an act of war. At least I hoped not. I sighed as I transformed into my human form and threw on a pair of shorts that a warrior had thrown me. I was pretty far away from Stephanie's house.

Far be it from him to bring loss into the family. A distant look appeared on Lyons' face. He didn't think that it would come to this. A curfew. Like, fuck. Was this the first time a human was getting killed by a wolf? Was it? And even if one went with the whole narrative of this being a serial killing, there were far worse towns out there who actually feasted on humans openly. Tyrex and the likes. Lyons scoffed. Fucking humans. Weaklings they were. They'd just shown how feeble-witted they were by storming Brookehurt and destroying properties, here and there. Bloody fools.

Something in the ancient rogue physiology that was altered by years of Veil Forest. It came again, straight this time. I dropped my shoulder and met it low and drove forward with everything my hindquarters had and the impact drove us both back toward the tunnel entrance. The rogue's back hit the broken stone frame of the opening and I felt the resistance of it through my own body. Three hundred and eighty pounds of Red Claw Alpha pressing an ancient rogue into the frame of the tunnel it came through. My jaws found its throat. The rogue stopped thrashing. In my peripheral vision Zayden was back on his feet. The first rogue lay motionless on

The metal roof of the SUV buckled as massive, razor-sharp claws ripped straight through the armored ceiling. A rogue wolf—a massive, mangled beta with matted fur and foaming jaws—thrust its head through the torn metal, its yellow eyes locking instantly onto me. It smelled my un-shifted Riverstone blood. It knew exactly what I was. "A Riverstone breeder," the rogue snarled, its voice a sickening, wet growl as it bared its fangs. "The Blackthorn lineage ends tonight." The beast lunged, its claws aiming straight for my throat to tear out my windpipe and kill the Blackthorn lineage.

I screamed as I cut another rogue down. The Blackstone warriors are using their gifts to restrain the rogues with vines and cut each one down. Others are sending blasts their way and causing them to snap their spines against trees, and then I see Aiden pummeling through the sea of rogues that are trying to overtake Ironclaw.