Blacksmith Rogue Lineage Novels & Stories

i say in the mind link "I sense them, micheal and few more warriors are on their way to you as we speak" he answers "Ok" i say cutting the mind link as the first rogue appeared in sight I tilt my head looking at him with confusion. It's common knowledge that rogues are banished wolves who aren't apart of any pack for various reasons. Most of them go mad and become violent creatures while some are able to survive and keep their sanity, but this one before me is different. I can sense his bloodlust and i can see in his eyes there isn't a shred of humanity left yet he's doesn't give the impression of being irrational, to put it simply he's like a functioning psychopath. He smiles kindly at me b

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

Rogue replied and casted healing on Lucifer, healing the injuries she gained during the war. The duo stood up and hand in hand, their eyes were staring directly at the elite pilgrims, they had a job to do and that was to end the war. Nodding, they dashed at Barbatos and Sariel, separating the two. Rogue took Barbatos and the rest of the elite pilgrims while Lucifer took on Sariel. ********** Rogue stood before the members of the elite pilgrims, his face devoid of emotions and a sword made from a dragon's scale manifested in his palm. He had no words for them, he had to kill them immediately without wasting time.

The rogue looked exhausted now like whatever strength brought him here was fading quickly. Still…his eyes sharpened when he looked at me again. “You truly don’t know,” he continued. I remained expressionless. “Know what?” The rogue swallowed slowly. “The Silver Wolf.” “Speak carefully,” I warned. The rogue nodded once. “There are stories older than kingdoms,” he said hoarsely. “Stories rogue packs pass down when royal bloodlines try to erase them.” I said nothing. The rogue continued. “They speak of a wolf touched by silver moonlight. Neither fully Lycan nor fully werewolf.”

While others relied on the primal strength of their wolves, I had forged my reputation with blood and skill. It was with these weapons that I built the Rogue Dominion—a pack born from outcasts, deserters, and the feral, united under my iron rule. I approached the central rack, where my most trusted weapons awaited me. First, my sword—a masterpiece of black steel, its blade engraved with runes that glowed faintly in the dim light. The hilt was wrapped in dark leather, worn smooth from years of use. This blade had tasted the blood of countless foes and had never once failed me.

The reminder of last night sent heat through me, the way she'd felt in my arms, the sounds she'd made, how badly I'd wanted. I pushed the thought away, we were taking this slow, even if my wolf was currently suggesting several very not slow ideas. "Come on," I said, tugging her hand gently, "Let's walk." We moved through the compound together, hand in hand. I saw heads turn, heard whispers, felt the weight of curious stares. I didn't care. For five years, I'd been the Rogue King, an exile, the man building an army for revenge, cold, distant and alone.

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

“Your birthday is October 31st—on Samhain. What better place to be at that time than in New Orleans? Now, Gideon is an orphan—you’ll find all these on the file. He has no idea who his parents are, which means there’s no way to know his Magickal bloodline. You’re going to have to be inventive after you’ve talked with him to convince him to go with us when we arrive there for him.” “How are you so sure I can accomplish all this? First of all, he’s a hermit. Second, he doesn’t even know me. Third, I don’t know him except for what you have on the file which I haven’t even read. I—” “Because the Oracle said so.” She shrugs. “And the Oracle has never been wrong. So who am I or the Council to doubt

"Have a good night, sir." Hayden said nothing as he drove through the gate. He looked back to see the guard he liked poking the other one in the chest as he yelled at him. Hayden chuckled and needed to remember to tell the Alpha about the brutish guard and his condescending attitude. He had no doubt that Alpha Tate did not want someone like him to be the first impression people were given of Silver Moon. Alpha Tate was waiting on the porch as Hayden parked in front of the pack house and got out of the SUV. Tate was already running down the steps to greet Hayden.

Seyric definitely had his way of handling things like that because he flicked on a lighter out of nowhere and held it up for the rogue to see. “That knife may not hurt you as it is but if I take it...” He pulled the knife out of his lap and the rogue screamed again, sweating profusely. “...and put it in this..” he let the flame of the lighter heat up the knife, maintaining eye contact with the rogue. He approached the rogue again but the bleeding man was already begging for mercy. “It was an Alpha! I don't know his name but he approached our leader not long ago. All I know is that the Alpha wants the Luna and her children dead at all costs.”