Healer Rogue Lineage Novels & Stories

He mixed a vial of his blood with a dark brown liquid, and placed a droplet of it on my tongue. Clement was a decorated healer who traveled the world, someone who knew more than a kingdom combined. He was the only other healer I had met besides myself and my sister, and I vehemently begged him to teach me after he saved my life. Due to the rarity of our species, he did. After Theodore grows up, maybe I would join him in his travels to heal people. But there was something that needed to be done first. I did not fulfill one of the two missions of my new life.

I don't want my mother's beloved kingdom to be in a demon's hands. I walked and left her there dumbfounded. No one should ever insult me for I know everyone's secret and how I can take them down in a minute. I know they are planning something wicked, I know them and I know how I can stop and pull them down too. I am no damsel in distress but a tigress they should avoid being bitten by. Today, I was given a mission as part of my training and that is to kill rogues- every one of them, without using any of my abilities which I know I can because I'm trained to fight using swords than using my abilities because I am born to control them perfectly.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

"Yeah, Justin refused to accept that I dumped him. He kept showing up at my house and at my job. No matter what I did or where I was, it felt like every time I looked up, there he was, watching me. I just had to get away from it. So, when you had your stroke, it was an easy choice. I work retail, so it isn't like my job is life and death for anyone. You needed me, and I needed to be here. Who knows, maybe this is where I was always meant to be, and I will find my mate. I'm just happy Alpha Harrison was kind enough to let me in. I told him why, and he did not hesitate to tell me I was welcome and would be safe from people like Justin." "Alpha Harrison is a good man. His father, Alpha Jonathan

The alpha sends a side glance my way, catching me watching him. “You’ll learn here Healer that just because somebody is a rogue doesn’t mean they haven’t got a purpose in life, haven’t got a skill set. Being a rogue doesn’t define who you really are.” “Ame.” “What?” His forehead creases, his eyes narrowing….the muscles in his jaw twitching. “My name…it is Ame. I’m not usually called Healer. It sounds too formal” “Very well, Ame then. This way.”

“The purebloods are getting ready to pounce on you. It’s practical for you to be in a pack than be a rogue.” Lincoln dropped the million-dollar question: “And what do you want from me?” Patrina licked her lips. It was almost like she was nervous. “I can offer you shelter and protection. In exchange... …marry me and by my Alpha.”

I parried a rogue's attack, the weight of my own sword sending it flying back with a satisfying "thunk." The battle raged around me. Logan, a furry wrecking ball of claws and teeth, tore through the enemy ranks like a one-man demolition crew. His alpha strength was on full display, sending rogues flying with every swipe. Portland, our resident healer who looked more like a kindly grandpa than a dude who throws exploding pouches, darted between the fighting, tossing wolfsbane like confetti. We couldn't afford for him to get hurt, not with this many rogue mutts around.

A figure moved in the shadows of the cell, stepping forward just enough for me to see him. Eli. I stiffened. I hadn’t realized he was there. He leaned against the farthest corner of the cell, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze unreadable. "You’re not a normal rogue," he said, his voice low. I said nothing. Eli’s eyes flickered to where my wound had been. "Healing like that ... that’s not something rogues can do." I met his gaze, my heartbeat steady. "It never made sense to me," he continued, stepping closer. "Why you... a rogue... have the ability of a pure-blood healer."

Five years ago, a brutal betrayal destroyed everything she knew, forcing her to flee into the human world with a secret that could shatter the werewolf realm: she was carrying the child of the most dangerous Alpha in the territory. Now, living under a hidden identity as a rogue, her only goal is protecting her five-year-old son—a boy who is beginning to show the unmistakable, terrifying signs of his father’s rare bloodline. But when a ruthless pack war expands into her sanctuary city, the one man she has been running from comes face-to-face with the truth. He is dominant, possessive, and bound by pack laws to claim an heir. She is brave, independent, and determined never to let her son bec

A group of Lycans more feared than death itself. "Kyler wants war?" I said under my breath. "Fine. Let's give him one." The healer handed me a bottle of water, and I gulped it down. My throat felt raw like I’d swallowed gravel. “Hey,” I said suddenly, turning to the healer, “Do you know any rogue pack… stronger than the rest? Not just wild ones. I mean—ones with real skill, power, and strategy...” The healer paused, wiping his hands with a towel. “That sounds like the Blacksword Wolves,” he said quietly.