Dullahan Rogue Lineage Novels & Stories

"But I'm also right. Silver Creek has been weak for decades. Shadow Ridge has been fractured. The rogues have been scattered. I'm going to unite them. All of them. Under one banner." "Mine," I said. "Yours?" She laughed. "You're a doctor. A healer. You've never led anything." "I've led myself. Through pain. Through loss. Through you." She stopped laughing. "You're brave," she said. "I'll give you that. But bravery isn't enough." She raised her hand. The rogues moved toward me and then, the ceiling exploded. --- Damon dropped through the rubble like a wolf from the sky. Not shifted. Not human. Something in between. His eyes were black. His hands were claws. He landed between me and Sera, his

“The route kicks off from the old garage, tears through the western ridges where the patrols are thickest, then back from the riverbank. This will push their skill, and most of all remind them why they chose the rogue life.” Draven, who sat at the head of the table, his arms crossed over his muscles chest, and his dark eyes shifting between Katie and I. “Your plan is risky, Katie,” he said, his deep voice rumbling through the room. “Our rogues have already caught enough hell from the main packs. They were called trash, abused, chased off, and denied basic alliance. A competition will either bind them tighter or rip them apart when egos start clashing.”

If the rogues got to them, it could tip the balance of power irreparably. I turned to Darius. “Take a group and secure the sanctuary. I’ll hold the line here.” He hesitated, his eyes searching mine. “Be careful.” “I will,” I promised. As Darius led his team into the fray, I joined Killian at the front lines. The rogues fought with a ferocity that bordered on madness, their cries echoing with zealotry. “This isn’t just about tradition,” Killian said as we fought side by side. “They’re trying to rewrite history.”

His throat was a jagged mess of red, his eyes staring up at nothing. Two seconds. That’s all it took for an Alpha heir to become meat. “Laz!” Dax screamed, his face turning ghost-white. He tried to scramble toward his friend, but three rogues swarmed him. The clearing turned into a slaughterhouse. The smell of pine and dirt was completely replaced by the hot, copper tang of fresh blood. I shifted halfway, my claws lengthening, my teeth aching as they pushed through my gums. I became a blur of silver and red. I swiped a rogue across the eyes, felt the wet pop of its skull under my fist, and kicked another back into the brush.

Dylan said, a note of pride in his voice. “We did it,” Nicola corrected, her chest heaving with exertion. Damien crouched beside the scarred rogue, who was groaning in pain but still conscious. “You’ve got one chance,” Damien said coldly. “Why are you here? Who sent you?” The rogue spat on the ground, glaring up at him. “We don’t answer to you.” Dean growled, his eyes flashing with the dominance of an Alpha. “Answer him, or you won’t leave this place alive.”

Atlas’s massive form becomes a wall of fury as he leaps over a fallen pillar to shield me, his claws rending a rogue’s throat in a spray of dark crimson. ​I swing the dagger at a third attacker. Its torso ignites in blinding silver light, the rogue crumpling in a cloud of ash with a dying screech that echoes off the ancient oaks. The dagger’s wrath is lethal, tied directly to my blood—a guardian, just as the visions promised. Aria’s growl is a triumphant blaze that makes my veins sing. ​The remaining rogues hesitate, fear flickering in their compelled, crimson eyes. But then, a low, unnatural horn echoes from the ridges.

This place was surrounded by the cloud so it was sort of invisible to outsiders. “I live with them,” Killian said as hundred more rogues came and stood behind Killian. Rogue were lone wolves who either were kicked out of their pack or just ran out of the pack on their own. Some were violent while others were peaceful. But something told me, these rogue were neither violent nor peaceful. They were just feral, driven by a common cause. I just hoped that cause wasn’t me. “I’ve been following your smell, Luna, from the forest. Look it brought me to you.”

Luke tried to keep a straight face as replied, “I believe Leana would be the perfect person to answer that question.” His mother chuckled again. “I see she has taken a liking to your mate.” She paused for some seconds as they kept on walking, before asking, “What is her name?” “Eleanor.” What a pretty name. “What happened? Why did such a pretty girl become a rogue?” “She lost her family to a rogue attack. The same rogue attack.” His mother’s ambience immediately changed. “Well that’s sad,” she said, but it was obvious she was more angry than sad. “And what was her plan as a rogue?”

-"You have fought hard, my friends, but the war is over. We won." I raise my staff, and the cold, gentle breeze of sparkly snowflakes engulfs the battlefield. Blizzard's amplified energy heals everyone wounded. Including the rogues. They are werewolves too. Daniel forced a lot of good werewolves to become rogues. It's only fair if I offer them a chance to become part of a pack again. Of course, each individual's character needs to be tested.

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.