Dullahan Rogue Lineage Novels & Stories

“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

Lyall swiftly dodged. “Damn! They really are Rogues!” The attacking Rogue growled and leaped high again. Lyall swiftly managed to push the Rogue's body away. Another Rogue approached him and tried to bite. Lyall quickly dodged, but the other Rogues began to attack as well. They attacked simultaneously. Lyall was overwhelmed by seven wolves at once. He tried to swat them away, punch them, and even kick them. But they just kept getting up and attacking again. Lyall threw off two Rogues. One Rogue pushed him, causing him to fall. The Rogue tried to bite him. Lyall struggled to hold the Rogue back. Another Rogue came and tried to bite him too.

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

I just hope his lineage is what he takes well. ‘And then you had to go and open your big mouth, Elaina.’ Athena snarks. 'ALPHA, OUR BORDERS ARE SURROUNDED BY ROGUES. THEY ARE SNARLING AND SEEM TO BE FERAL. IT FEELS LIKE THEY KNOW THERE IS BOOBY TRAPS FOR ANYONE WHO IS TRYING TO HARM THE PACK SO THEY HAVEN'T ATTACKED..' A warrior came through the mindlink to tell me. I think he told Colby too or another warrior did because Colby subtly told Dane and a few others the same thing.

Flora’s P.O.V I wrapped a bandage around Clay’s abdomen, careful not to tighten the cloth too much so his wounds could heal on their own. I was slowly starting to realize that being a rogue didn’t only mean mental instability, but there were certain physical drawbacks as well. Rogues didn’t heal as fast as any normal wolf would and they also became highly aggressive when injured. Even now, Clay was gritting his teeth together to stop himself from lashing out. I wasn’t worried though. Clay had always had iron control whenever he was with me, but what I was worried about, wasn’t his physical but mental state.

But I also feel his control, he doesn’t overextend, doesn’t chase, doesn’t let his healing body become a weakness. Good. Because I need him alive more than I need him heroic. I throw myself into the second rogue, teeth catching his shoulder, and we roll in the dust. His claws rake across my flank, not deep, but enough to sting. I shove him off and kick free, then snap at his foreleg. He stumbles. Logan’s wolf barrels past and finishes the disable with one brutal shoulder, check that sends the rogue crashing into the barricade. Our line holds. Then a horn blasts, different tone, lower, cutting through the din. The rogues hesitate. It’s small. A fraction. But it’s real.

Elana cried out “She is not a rogue, Elana, quit calling her that!” Alpha Dylan yelled at her angrily. “Besides what’s wrong with being a Rogue?” Alpha Dylan questioned “Don’t act like you don’t know what I meant!” She argued back “Yeah, you know what, maybe I don't hate rogues anymore because of her,” Alpha Dylan told her “That's not possible, rogues killed your parents” She retorted “I said stop it!” Alpha Dylan shouted “I know but--”

Dahlia POV. Word has spread over the past few weeks that the Pure Rogues are taking out packs. I’ve been sent into towns to keep an eye on the gossip and rumours. Being basically human makes it easier. I walk past a store and stop seeing the breaking news and smile as I watch the rogues taking the latest victim. The Alpha was on his knees, begging for his life. As their higher ranks are next to them in chains. The reporter has said that it would seem history is repeating itself. Then gave a brief summary of the massacre that happened the day after my birth.

But the mention of a rogue stirred something within her—a flicker of curiosity and unease. Alpha Rowan, the Alpha of the Red moon pack, stood at the pack’s main hall, his presence commanding as he observed the rogue being dragged in by two warriors. The rogue’s head hung low, blood trickling from a gash on his forehead. Despite his disheveled appearance, there was an air of defiance in his posture. “State your name,” Alpha Rowan ordered, his voice firm. The rogue lifted his head slowly, his piercing green eyes locking with Rowan’s. “My name is Corbin,” he said, his tone calm despite his circumstances.

Lyra whispered, barely audible, “No… not now…” Rogues burst from the shadows, eight, maybe more, their eyes glowing with feral hunger, their bodies low and fast as they tore across the clearing. They moved like smoke and teeth and violence, snarls ripping through the air as they charged with lethal intent. Lyra barely had time to react. Kaelan lunged. He shifted mid‑air, black fur exploding across his skin as he collided with the first rogue before it reached her. The impact shook the ground, a violent collision of muscle and fury that sent leaves and dirt flying. Snarls and snapping jaws filled the air.