Healer Rogue Lineage นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I notice his claw tipped fingers just before he swings his hand down. His claws tear right through the rogue’s neck, blood splattering and pulling a scream from me. “Who’s there?” The warrior shouts, and then he spots me. His eyes widen, “Healer Harper, what are you… You need to get out of here. It’s dangerous.” “He… you didn’t even listen to his side of the story.” “What? Get out of here and go back to your operating room,” he growls. “You don’t understand what’s going on.”

Elaine, an Omega,had spent all her life being prepared for a prestigious mate by her family. To them nothing was more important than an elite match for their last daughter but things would change when the Rogue Alpha Maxwell, a banished heir of the royal family storms in and claims her against her will. What begins with rivalry turns into unwavering passion and desire for each other. Eventually pregnant with Alpha Maxwell's forbidden heir, Elaine carries a child prophesied to be the destroyer of the current monarchy and one who will either unite or destroy the packs forever.She would live her life protecting her pup while fighting beside her ferocious Alpha.

We prefer the term healers because we use our powers to heal ailments and to bring peace in the pack upon the alphas order. Our kind only came about when witches and werewolves went to war. The wolves won of course, but one wolf saved a little girl and couldn't find it in him to kill her. He took her in as his own, with his son who was the same age. The two kids grew up to fall in love and create a new hybrid species that everyone now knows as the healers. Our looks can be used to deceive, lure men and women in to whatever. Looks make it easy to lure men in to mating and naming them addicted. That is why mating with a healer can be addictive for a non healer.

"Thank you for everything." I thank Dylan and not if he can hear me, but I'm glad because without the force of that blast I wouldn't have enough power to accomplish what I needed to. With my trembling I make a cut across his chest on the left side, right above his heart, driving the dagger in so far that it touches and cuts his muscle and blood starts to flow. "I, Hope Black, Delta of the Silver Rage Pack, with the power of the Moon and Excalibur, reject the bond of the Silver Rage Pack and declare myself Rogue."

"I've got supplies. Bandages, sedatives, burn salve. Whatever we need." I looked at them. Bastian, scarred and stitched and ready to fight. Kellan, his political armor set aside, his blue eyes sharp with purpose. Archer, his healer's bag in his hands, his jaw set. My rogue. My strategist. My healer. Three alphas, whether the bonds had all snapped into place or not. Three men willing to walk into Voss's territory for an old healer who had protected me since the night she found me in the snow. I didn't feel like dead weight. I felt like the center of something. Something fragile and fierce and still growing.

He ran a hand over his face, "I feel like I can do more than what I have been. There are other Werewolves under my dad's protection that have no safe place to run to." "There really is no way for the Werewolf King to take them in?" She asked him. Aiden scoffed softly, "Once you're a Rogue, you can never go back. It's like your branded with it. All of them can tell what you are the moment they get a whiff of your scent." He shut his eyes, his black hair acted like a curtain over his eyes, "No, I know deep down it isn't his fault or his doing. He's acting the way any Mate would do. He's protecting his wife and children. Anyone can see that."

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.

Claire gave me a once over before she nodded her head again. “My parents were both lycans,” I continued. “They never joined a pack before they died, so I never joined one. This means that to any other werewolf, I am a rogue. After my parents died, I hid away from the world to protect myself. I have lived a very private life for a reason. If pack wolves find out that I am a rogue, they will most likely lock me up in a dungeon, if they don’t kill me first. I don’t want the company to be left without proper management because I am unable to properly do my job,” I finished and took a deep breath. Claire did not freak out as I had expected. She calmly regarded me for some time before finally spea

His chuckled humourlessly. "I'm not your son!" I snapped. The words he addressed me as, disgusted me. I wanted to tore him limb from limb for years he stood as Alpha. I charged towards him full force and hitting the area I had clawed him just minutes before. As rogue it takes longer for you to heal, even if you were an high rank before. Being a rogue slows down healing processes and every other benefit of a normal werewolf, it was the perfect form of torture for him...a living death itself as he lost his Alpha status and power.

“By hiding there.” I turn back to the window and imagine it. Sirens. Panic. Wolves forced to hold back while fear spills everywhere. “He thinks the city makes him safe,” I say. “But it makes him weak.” Lena steps closer. “And when he realizes?” “He will have nowhere to run,” I say. “Because he will not abandon them. That is his flaw.” Mark nods slowly. “And his bloodline?” I feel that old fire burn hotter. “It ends,” I say. “Right there. In the open. Where everyone can see what happens when you cross me.”