Novel & Cerita Healer Rogue Lineage

"It's been a while since I last had the chance to join the others. I'm not really a hunter anymore, I've been labelled an assassin, and this is the job I do. If you want me to be honest - you are lucky. You are lucky because you get to fight each other and show off your skills while getting little to no injury. My case is a little different. You'd be surprised to see the battle scars I have under these clothes. As an assassin, I can no longer train with humans. I have to keep my senses alert at all times, and for that, there is only one creature I can train with - rogue." Emmy moves a little closer to me and whispers. "Excuse my ignorance, but what are rogues?" Oh, crap. I hadn't expected th

Now looking at it, it does not appear to have healed even in the slightest to begin with. “It is the rogue wolf,” Adrian breathed out, his tone knowing but cold. “We still have not figured out yet, but there seems to be some sort of genes in the new rogues that have been around lately. Their wounds are dangerous, they do not heal easily even with wolf healing.” He explained, as he went about cleaning the wound to get rid of the blood there.

The rogue sniffed the air, head snapping in our direction. My pulse spiked. I pushed Mary lower to the ground, shielding her with my body, praying the wind hadn’t carried our scent. A tense silence followed. Then, with a grunt, the rogue turned back to the healer. “Fine. I’ll take the word to her. You keep your end clean.” “I always do,” the healer said. His voice carried no guilt, no hesitation. Only certainty. They clasped forearms like brothers before parting ways—the rogue slinking back into the woods, the healer striding toward the pack as if he hadn’t just signed Luna Maya’s death sentence.

Kael grabbed the rogue by the throat and slammed him against the wall hard enough to crack stone. “Who sent you?” The rogue only smiled, blood dribbling down his chin. “You’re already too late.” Kael slammed him again. “Answer me.” The rogue’s eyes slid past Kael, locking onto Lyra. His smile widened, feverish, almost worshipful. “There she is.” Fear twisted in Lyra’s stomach, cold and sharp. The rogue’s voice dropped to a whisper. “The lost bloodline.” Kael’s grip tightened until the rogue choked. “What does that mean?”

The history books do indicate that rogues have, in the past, attacked the healer for their own benefits but what those benefits are is still a mystery. It is also clear that the healer, if not protected from the rogues, will inevitably die a slow and painful death. I admit that scared me and would haunt me. I did not want to live in fear and would need to be more cautious than I just was. But I also wanted to use my talents for good. The only downside is the more I heal, the more risk I have of taking on those ailments. There are cleansing spells that can conducted, with the help of a witch’s support. Knowing Adam’s aversion to witches, I am not sure how that will go over. At some poin

“Why do you always think that when the Council wants a Magickal brought to them, he’s going to get punished?” “He isn’t? It must be something about his blood, then. He’s an unregistered Magickal?” “Well, that’s the clincher, really. That’s why we specifically need you for this assignment. He’s a warlock and he has no idea, and he lives a Mundane as much as we know of, who manages to make himself a billionaire therefore he can afford to live outside of the grid.” I snort. “You’re kidding me. That’s like a made-up story.”

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.

“They both tried to run off when things got tight here, but separated. One of them ended up with my enforcer. The other one is heading your way.” “Hmm,” I growled low, feeling my spine prick with annoyance. Our kind didn’t have rogues and for a damn good reason. If anyone found out about us, we wouldn’t be safe – not even from our own kind. Which meant that this bitch was becoming a big, fucking problem! “Oh, it gets better yet,” Rain continued, and hell, his tone sounded almost amused for a second: “Apparently, this one is one of the very, very rare ones.” “No fucking way,” I grinned, unable to help myself. “A Healer?”

"Are... are we in trouble, great Alpha?" Killian immediately dropped to one knee, lowering his massive frame until he was at her exact eye level, his intense expression softening completely. "Why on earth would you think you are in trouble?" "We are rogues," the little girl whispered, the word hanging heavily in the quiet room. Several of the younger apprentice healers glanced at one another uneasily, shifting their weight. The stigma of the packless ran deep in the territories. But Seraphina didn't pause for a single second, smoothly wrapping the clean linen bandages around the man's fractured leg.

Flora’s P.O.V I wrapped a bandage around Clay’s abdomen, careful not to tighten the cloth too much so his wounds could heal on their own. I was slowly starting to realize that being a rogue didn’t only mean mental instability, but there were certain physical drawbacks as well. Rogues didn’t heal as fast as any normal wolf would and they also became highly aggressive when injured. Even now, Clay was gritting his teeth together to stop himself from lashing out. I wasn’t worried though. Clay had always had iron control whenever he was with me, but what I was worried about, wasn’t his physical but mental state.