Dzin Rogue Lineage Novels & Stories

Lilith was having difficulties; she had always been so untouchable. With my body throbbing from fatigue, I seized the opportunity to push myself up. The pack was getting stronger all around me. Now, with new hope in their eyes, the warriors who had been retreating battled harder. Breathing heavily, Darius ran to my side. "Who is that?" I looked at the rogue and said, "I don't know." "But he's with us." Lilith snarled and hurled a surge of evil energy in his direction. The rogue's golden eyes glowed brighter as he avoided effortlessly. Then, with one last blow, he threw her back so hard that she slammed into the flaming ruins of a house.

“There she is.” Rage surged through my veins instantly. They were here for her. “Ashmoon,” the rogue growled. Ava stepped forward.and my wolf roared in protest. “What do you want?” she asked calmly. The rogues began circling again slowly and predatory. “Curiosity.” Lightning split the sky again. The second rogue spoke this time. “They say the Ashmoon bloodline came back.” The third snarled. “We came to see if it bleeds.”

Rogan appeared from the side and pounced on the rogue closest to Nina. “GET YOUR DISGUSTING BEINGS AWAY FROM WHAT IS MINE!!!” Rogan screamed as he attacked the first rogue. All he had to do was send a powerful slash at the rogue with his claws and it flew back a few meters and a terrible gash had appeared on its stomach. It cried out in pain.

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.

However, all that changed some days ago when he happened upon a xiene. Just thinking about it now sent shivers down his spine. The xiene was the rarest, oldest and undoubtedly the strongest clan…breed of werewolves. Everyone knew this. He knew this. He knew that a little number of them, just a few number…not up to 10 lived in Bookehurt. There were rampant in other towns such as Konnekut, Tyrex, Jyord, but not Bookehurt. Therefore, it didn’t come as a surprise that the happening of the days before kept Jimmy awake.

I can only assume that they believed I was taken home since it was so close to their coven. “You don’t have to be polite, dear,” Talia bats her eyelashes at my father, and I have to suppress the growl that is forming in my chest. “You can call them rogues. Just because your daughter is one…” “That is enough, Mother,” Erebus growls from his seat but Talia isn’t giving up so easily. “It is amazing that she only smells like a human. Since most rogues wreak of decaying flesh and trash,” Talia continues.

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

'Shit! She continued to make that climb with a kid on her back.' There were more than twenty Rouges, Ryan's pack jumped into the fight. Most of them tried to make way to the cliff to pull the Rouges that were chasing after the girl. They had to make the fight in the human form as it was difficult to climb across the rocky surface in their wolf form. Ryan smashed his way through the Rogues, His presence seemed to attract their attention as most of the rogues gave up climbing, and charged straight to attack him.

I demanded, my voice dropping into a low, terrifying register that vibrated through the stone floor. The rogue thrashed, a mixture of bloody foam and saliva dripping from his jowls. He tried to resist the alpha command, his muscles tearing against the silver links, but no shifter could withstand the absolute authority of the Vane lineage. “Don’t… know…” the rogue rasped, his voice a broken, wet gravelly sound. “A scent… just a scent in the woods. Gold. Fresh meat. The gate… the silver wards on the western wall were dead. The path was clear.”

Caldwell fought fiercely at his side, his axe cleaving through bone, but even he was beginning to falter under the sheer numbers. “Alpha!” one warrior cried before a rogue’s jaws clamped around his throat, silencing him in a spray of crimson. Rowland’s heart pounded, rage surging as he cut down the beast, but his warriors were falling fast. The forest floor was slick with blood, bodies strewn across the earth. Then Rowland saw it—among the chaos, a larger rogue, towering above the rest, its eyes glowing a sickly red. Its growl was deeper, darker, its presence radiating unnatural strength. This was no ordinary rogue. This was their leader.