Dzin Rogue Lineage Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I am not one to waste time. I know that the two of you need to rest.” I could hear Lincoln suck in a breath because he knew what was coming. “I can you offer you protection, Lincoln,” Patrina said. “The best one. My entire pack is full of warriors. Randwulf Stein would not be able to touch you here.” “It’s the safest option,” I seconded, hoping it would convince him more. “The purebloods are getting ready to pounce on you. It’s practical for you to be in a pack than be a rogue.”

“I know how your father got your family's wealth. I know about the major money heists that went unsolved by the police. I know that your dad was the mastermind behind the last one a few years back.” She froze. I saw something like fear pass in her eyes before she forced indifference onto her face. “All those things are baseless talk backed with no proof. What are you going to do? Go cry to the police or something?” I relaxed into my chair. Oh, I was going to love this. “I have proof, Sarah. Lots and lots of proof.” Her eyes widened when she realized I wasn't actually bluffing. My eyes hardened, and I glared at her. “I'm the rogue king. I don't do baseless talks.”

I barely twisted in time, pain tearing through my already injured side as I drove my elbow down into its spine. The comm crackled uselessly. They weren’t letting me go. Every attempt to thin our line was punished instantly, rogues surging into the gap with brutal efficiency. If I pulled too many warriors back now, the line would collapse—and then there would be nothing between the rogues and the heart of Silver Fang at all. They knew it. They were counting on it. My wolf roared, furious and afraid in equal measure. I could feel my control slipping, rage threatening to drown strategy entirely.

She must have seen something that I can't. As the dinner goes on, I get to talk a little with everyone. They are from all over the country. All different ages, some only sixteen, some older than my grandma, with very different backstories. "Do rogues have ranks?" I ask Damon quietly. "Not as packs do, but yes. Depending on what lineage they had before becoming rogues or what lineage their families had, they have different ranks of power. Ben there would be considered an Omega, while Katherina comes from a long line of Betas." He explains and I'm surprised to see a beta become a rogue. It's usually the lower ranks or the warriors that run away from battle.

Samson’s house came into view with rogues circling around it. Blaze instantly spotted the six rouges. The rouge positioned himself, ready to attack the Alpha. Blaze smirked at him. He lunged at Blaze, but he quickly dodged it and bit his neck. The rogue whimpered in pain. Blaze bit his neck hard, and he fell on the ground, dead. The other rouges snarled at the Blue Moon pack’s warriors. The beta known as Caleb attacked the rogues with the help of the warriors.

he was under control. His father had once disagreed when he announced that Gabriel would be his beta, but Zillon didn’t care. Gabriel was there through thick and thin with him, his rogue pack had been there too, which was why they weren’t rogues anymore, but members of his pack. Some of them ranked up so far that Xavier could do nothing but commend them, they were top warriors and the omegas helped out in the kitchen and with the pups. Not all rogues were bad, but it seems his father still neglected to believe that...since he was so adamant on getting rid of Celia.

And why on earth would an identified rogue gang approach him? “You have a lot of questions,” the man continued. “That is understandable since you must think of our gang as a rogue group that aims to disrupt the affairs of the pack.” “That is exactly what you are,” Symon pointed out. “If you say so. However, with the recent happenings, it is clear that Alpha Rune is a rogue too.” Rune narrowed his eyes. “You had better convince me at the end of your statement not to behead you.” His threat did not move Omega Keith. “The Wolfkin Gang is aware that your banishment was a scheme by enemies you have refused to acknowledge.”

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

Dark blood gushed out of his body as he laid on the ground, Dante staggered back, resisting the urge to chew out the rogue and suck off all his blood. “Come to the forest with an extra pair of clothes.” I mindlinked to Seyric. “Yes, Alpha.” A reply came in almost immediately. Fifteen minutes later, he arrived and his eyes widened when he glanced at the rogue. “Impossible…” He muttered inaudibly. “Check with the guards at the border, I need to know how this rogue came into this pack… Scrutinize the rest and fist out who made this happen.” “Yes, Alpha.” He answered and turned to me.

A rogue. Siora and I instinctively backed away. Rogues lived in their wolf forms, disconnected from pack laws and consumed by survival. Dangerous and unpredictable. I've never seen a rogue living in a cottage, they're usually in caves or mountain areas. But Zevarion stood his ground. He didn’t speak in words, only with his eyes, a few subtle gestures, and something silent that passed between them like an old understanding. I couldn’t explain how they communicated, but something in Zevarion’s stance made the rogue lower his guard.