Dullahan Rogue Lineage Novels & Stories

Sike and Nessa were closer to the entrance, like they always were, ready to run if something came. Just a dream. The same dream. The one I had been having for as long as I could remember. I wiped the sweat off my face and tried to slow my breathing. It never got easier. Every time I saw that woman fall, every time I heard that little girl scream, I woke up feeling like I had been the one hit by that arrow. . . . My name is Lila. I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

“I have always wanted to see you but I was scared that I might attack you.” Rogue were nocturnal creatures, they couldn’t control their desire to attack irrespective of who it was, their mind would go know from the reality and until their bloodshed is satisfied, they could go blind for hours. “You could never harm me” I informed him as I rested my back on his body. We laid in silence staring at the moon for hours, it felt nice to see him again and my heart mended a bit from the all the evil I had buried inside for Darla.

But when a knock sounded again, they thought the rogues are back. "I never thought I would be this happy to see Dale" Enzo muttered feeling relieved and mentally drained from stress and anxiety. He is a half blooded Lycan. But still, two against a hundred rogues is still too much. No matter how fast he can fight, these rogues would have torn them limb to limb if they could break the glass. They both unfolded out of the car, limbs stiff and eyes wary. They saw the now dead rogues, who might just a part among the rest. Dale brought backup. Roughly 30 wolves. They didn't flinch when they saw these rogues, as if they saw worst.

*HERON’S POV* "Rogue attack at the western border. I repeat, rogue attack at the western border." Warrior Elite Dennis urgently reported through the mind-link to all top leaders. "Thirty-three rogues are heading this way." "Exactly what we need," Tyr, my wolf was ravenous for blood since Mikayla was not back yet, and I don't know if she'll return and make this our permanent home. This was a perfect way to distract myself and shut down the plaguing thoughts.

I growled. Dane’s hand clenched into a fist, his teeth bared. “You’ve caused enough chaos. Tonight ends it.” The rogue leader tilted his head, as if amused by our bravado. “Brave or foolish,” he mused, taking a slow step closer. “Which will it be?” “Neither,” I snarl at him. The rogue leader lunged first, a blur of motion, moving faster than either Lukan or Dane had anticipated. His blade slashed through the tunnel light, sparks scattering as I blocked my own. Each strike sends vibrations through their bones.

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

Two warriors flanked the third, driving it backward with coordinated attacks, giving it no room to escape. But Rowan wasn’t finished. Darius burst from behind the fallen tree, larger than the other rogues, eyes burning yellow, fur streaked with dark red. Milo’s blood, Rowan realized, fury surging. Darius lunged first, fast, reckless, fueled by something feral. Rowan sidestepped, slashing Darius’s flank with his claws. The rogue howled, spinning around and snapping his jaws inches from Rowan’s throat. Gamma Holt rushed forward, but Rowan barked an order: He’s mine.

Kane laughed and laughed until the rogue frowned and started to worry he may be about to be killed. “I won’t bother you again, please Alpha.” Jacob rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Tell me, what is your name?” “Dale.” The rogue answered. Kane and Jacob forced him to his feet and took him straight to the packhouse dungeon. “You better wait here for your mate.” Jacob laughed as he slammed the door behind him while Kane ordered their warriors to check the security twice over.

I knew deep within my soul that I had to embrace the consequences of my actions, to accept the path of banishment and walk the solitary road of a Rogue. The decision weighed heavily upon me, for I would be severed from all I had known, from the familiarity of the kingdom and the comfort of my pack. Yet, Tania, in my heart, I found a newfound clarity, a strength that arose from the depths of my convictions. I knew that true honor and integrity lie not in the sheltered embrace of the pack, but in facing the consequences of my choices with unwavering resolve. So, with a heavy heart and an unwavering determination, I declined the offer of redemption. I embraced my fate as a Rogue, ready to roam