Dzin Rogue Lineage 소설 & 이야기

I demanded, my voice sharp, cutting through the stillness like a blade. The rogue raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Isn't it obvious? I want what you want—to expose Elijah for what he truly is." Zane appeared beside me, tension radiating off him in waves. His eyes darted between the rogue and me, assessing the danger. “This isn’t the time for games,” Zane growled. "You’ve stirred enough chaos." The rogue chuckled, pushing off the wall with ease. "Chaos? Oh no, Zane. You’ve misunderstood. I didn’t stir anything. The chaos was already here, festering under your feet. I simply made sure you all saw it."

My first line of warriors had mostly shifted, some others choosing to fight the rogues in human form. I ran past three rogues, taking each of them down easily. The first two were killed with a swipe of my claw to their throat. The kills were quick. Since I had approached from the side, they did not know that I was stalking them and was able to kill them quickly without so much as a whimper from them. The third rogue had turned to attack but Rollo clamped down on his neck, easily ending his life.

When I find out who’s behind these attacks I’m going to personally rip them limb from limb. Zeus growls in agreement as he runs from rogue to rogue ripping out throats with his teeth. The mind link blazes with pack members calling on the others for help. Each time I rip a rogue off a pack member I send them to help someone else. The rogues are never ending. Someones been building an army and it’s clear they’ve been doing it for some time.

The rest of the evening was more casual. We all hung out and got to know each other a little better. The two other rogues present were Darius and Paula. Darius has been a rogue for 5 months, but he’s been here for about two weeks now, and he’s almost ready to join the pack. Paula is newer like me. She’s only been a rogue for 3 months, and she got here 8 days ago, but she already seems pretty comfortable.

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she

Moon Goddess gives him strength. The rogue wasn't looking hurtful rather he was frowning. Maybe at my sister's act. "Why are you still standing there? Are you happy after ruining my life?" I was about to say something in my defense when dad showed me his palm. A gesture solely for me to stop talking. "The party ends here. I'm thankful you all came here." As everyone was leaving I saw the rogue stealing a glance at me. His green eyes bored into mine and his chiseled jaw made a roll. I averted my eyes away from him.

My trembling hands pushed away the curtain, and the blinding morning light made me squint, but I struggled to keep them open to take on the grand sight outside this carriage. Towering ivory walls reaching up to fifty meters, seemingly reaching for the horizons, and a luxurious blackwood double-door gate embossed with a ruby-eyed ebony wolf howling to the heavens highlighted by golden lines, as if the giant black wolf with blood-red eyes is ready to leap out of the gate and massacre its enemies. The entrance to the core power territory of the Rogue kingdom exudes a terrifying momentum of bloodshed and carnage. It perfectly fits the image of the Rogue werewolf race that I have learned and hear

“About the girl. The one who survived in Morrien.” They exchanged glances, and I saw the uncertainty show in their eyes. Then the rogue in front of me smirked, stepping forward as if he were sizing me up. “You don’t belong here, girl,” he said, his voice low. “Leave before you get hurt.” I knew what they wanted. I reached into my pouch, pulling out a small vial of rare herbs—mudane, the one that rogues used to extend their life, to survive longer in the wild. I tossed it on the ground, watching as the rogues’ eyes widened in surprise.

He stank of blood and wet fur, but I didn’t care. The thrill of his touch vibrated deep into my bones, and I knew it was true. With my whole body and soul, I knew fate had decided. Tyler Rogers was my mate. I began to feel dizzy. I closed my eyes, melting into Tyler, and everything went black. *** “My name’s Dax.” It was the rogue who called me “prophecy wolf.” He was clearly the leader of this little band. “You’ll be safer with us than with him.” What?

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.