Dullahan Rogue Lineage Novels & Stories

Josh came with the answer. “Casualties?” I asked. “None. Mostly lighter injuries, only a few serious.” “Much like with us,” Noah nodded. “The leader of the rogues is a man named Elijah Blackthorn. He is an anarchist, and a complete nutjob,” Duncan said calmly. “Last week he led a bigger attack against us and we have every reason to think that he works with a witch.” “A witch?” Josh asked, while Richard’s eyes only widened a little. “Our patrols reported that the rogues came from thin air, and they weren’t able to smell or hear them coming,” Noah explained.

"Not one of the ones we killed, I take it?" Hunter shook his head. “No. Must’ve been the one that got away. But this one,"—he gestured at the nearly unconscious rogue—" said enough to know his look. Tall. Brown hair, a scar running from the chin down the neck.” Claw… The rogues were typically disorganized, scattered, and lesser in number. They didn't have the guts to attack established packs. But now? Now they were coordinated, working together. And for what? For who?

Caroline had been told by Zeke that the alpha would have died if he had not been around to help because the rogue wolves whose job was to raid travellers outnumbered the Alpha's troops. Though the alpha and his wolves had fought well, the rogues were many and they would have killed the alpha if Zeke had not decided to help. This was why Alpha Lundamous never left the pack without a troop of deltas and gammas. It was obvious he didn't want to be a victim of the same thing his father had experienced.

But Asher had already hung up, turning to the soldiers behind him and coldly ordering, “Add him to the list of people Storm Fang Pack will never work with.” “Yes, Alpha.” Just then, Dorian returned at a quick pace, his eyes bright, clearly having found something. “We’ve identified the kid!” “Which pack is he from?” I asked urgently. I was already 90% sure he was from Ironclaw Pack. If not, then he was one of Helena’s men… “He’s not from any pack. He’s a rogue.” I froze. A rogue? But why would a rogue come after me? Sure, some of them probably thought I was taking away their land by developing this desert, but would they really go this far? Set up such a complex scheme, even going as far as k

The Guardian Rogue Chapter 4 Hayden arrived in Springfield well after the sun had risen. It had taken him another two hours to fight through the morning rush-hour traffic to get to the area where Jessica most likely entered the city. He was muttering under his breath as he drove. He would have much preferred to have shifted and followed Jessica. It would have been easier and much faster, but when returning an angry daughter to an Alpha while she is kicking and screaming, he had to have a vehicle to transport her in.

I don't want my mother's beloved kingdom to be in a demon's hands. I walked and left her there dumbfounded. No one should ever insult me for I know everyone's secret and how I can take them down in a minute. I know they are planning something wicked, I know them and I know how I can stop and pull them down too. I am no damsel in distress but a tigress they should avoid being bitten by. Today, I was given a mission as part of my training and that is to kill rogues- every one of them, without using any of my abilities which I know I can because I'm trained to fight using swords than using my abilities because I am born to control them perfectly.

the other guy asked, eliciting a laughter from the leader . Silas grunted and his claws popped out of his fingers, the sharpness of the Alpha's claws glinting in the sunlight that streamed into the forest through the spaces in the tree leaves. “You don't need to come into my territory to make me kill you, your existence alone is a nuisance” Silas said and charged at them. A few minutes later, the dismembered body of the three rogues lay on the floor in an entangled bloody heap, blood dripping out of Silas claws as he wiped them carefully with the white handkerchief he was holding, his previous pristine white shirt stained with blood.

Just then, a man pushed through the crowd and stepped in front of Derek. “Alpha, give the word—we’re ready.” It was his Beta, voice calm but filled with authority. Kelvin froze, as if struck by lightning. “What… what did you call him? Alpha?” he stuttered. Derek tilted his head, smirking. “Do you doubt the existence of the Rogue Pack?” Kelvin didn’t answer. His lips moved but no words came out. Alex, still seated, looked stunned. “Wait… that Rogue Pack? The one that’s invaded territory after territory over the past years? The one with the mysterious Alpha no one has ever seen?”

By lunch came about I grabbed my phone and made a call to cancel our lunch plans. “Hey babe, I am sorry but I am on my way back from the rogue camp. The smell down there is terrible. They were right, it's like a month-old rotting flesh and dead fish. I think the Blackblood Pack and their loyal following idiots have been trying to get the rogues to move back off protected land. Dumbasses just want to hunt them down.” I said annoyed. “I haven’t smelt any of that up our way.” He said confusedly why only the smell would be down the hill from the main compound?

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.