Healer Rogue Lineage の小説・ストーリー

Whoever was behind this, had come far more than prepared for the situation. His gaze swept across the battlefield, realization settling in. The rogues possessed an inexplicable ability to heal at an alarming rate, rendering the attacks of his pack almost futile. Panic gripped Xavier as he saw his warriors valiantly fighting, inflicting damage that proved temporary against the rapid healing of the rogues. "Alpha! We can't keep this up! They're healing too fast!" Cameron's voice echoed in his mind, a note of desperation tainting his usual resolve.

“They said the bond would make you glow. But I didn’t believe them.” Liora’s blood turned cold. “Hale,” she said, voice low. “Rogue scum.” His smile widened. “You flatter me.” Hale was dangerous—not just because of his strength, but because of his mind. He wasn’t like the feral rogues Crescent hunted at the borders. He was educated in the old ways. His pack had broken from the Shadowclaw years ago, and rumor said he’d once been in line for a Beta position before bloodshed turned him into an exile.

What kind of people was he involved with that he needed to protect me from them? “Why me?” I ask still confused. “For your healing powers. They want to create a strong Pack of rogues to follow and protect the Rogue King. They need the rogues to be partially healed so that they will fall in line with the Pack protocol, but still rogue enough to fight dirty,” he shares with us.

Her voice was soft but louder than before. “You’re welcome, my love.” I knelt next to the tub, “I know you have a lot of questions. To tell you the truth, I don’t know where to begin.” Taking a deep sigh, “I am a wolf shifter. We typically live in packs like Derrick’s. He is an alpha or leader. My father was one; he was betrayed by his second in command, his brother. He poisoned then challenged my father, knowing my father was weak to defend himself. That lead to his death. My mother was seven months pregnant with me at the time and was exiled out of the pack. Because of that, I don’t have a pack. Since I was raised outside of a pack and don’t have any real territory, I am less aggressive th

The Rogue capital, the core power territory of the entire Rogue Kingdom, and home to the three king families that governs the kingdom along with the Rogue council. ‘Valerius…the Valerius King family.’ They are said to be the strongest king family of the three, and that must be the reason why a Cavalier royal concubine like Celine would need to give heavy gifts for an apology to whatever dumb thing that she did. As her scapegoat, my fate once I land in the hands of the Valerius would probably be no different from death. But why do I need to be the scapegoat? Even if it is only half, I still have the blood of the Celeste clan flowing through my veins.

“Reports from the southern sentries confirm movement. The Healer’s fire lives. She escaped.” “I know,” the Sovereign replied, his voice neither loud nor soft—just final. His gaze remained on the floating projections before him: arcs of temperature change, map overlays, seismic disruptions. Sterling Creek glowed faintly in golden heat signatures. “She will rally the warm ones,” Adrienne continued. “Wolves, dragons, humans. They will resist.” He looked toward her at last. “All things resist before they submit.” Adrienne’s eyes fluttered with rapture. “Shall I prepare the descent?”

I can only assume that they believed I was taken home since it was so close to their coven. “You don’t have to be polite, dear,” Talia bats her eyelashes at my father, and I have to suppress the growl that is forming in my chest. “You can call them rogues. Just because your daughter is one…” “That is enough, Mother,” Erebus growls from his seat but Talia isn’t giving up so easily. “It is amazing that she only smells like a human. Since most rogues wreak of decaying flesh and trash,” Talia continues.

"Once we've crushed Shadowfang, I'll unite the rogue packs under my banner. The old ways will fall." I inclined my head, pretending to agree, though my mind was already racing. Darius was a fool, too shortsighted to see the bigger picture. He thought victory meant claiming territory and power, but true victory meant destroying your enemy completely—taking everything they loved before ending them. "Sylas approaches," I said, catching the scent on the wind. It was thick with blood and smoke, a scent that suited the infamous rogue leader. "Shall we solidify our alliance?"

He wanted to shout, to fight, to demand that she be saved immediately—but the healer’s words settled into him like a truth too heavy to ignore. The healer looked at him solemnly, brushing a strand of hair from Raine’s face. “Raine is… a rogue. Her blood isn’t tied to any pack’s lineage anymore. That means she doesn’t have a reliable donor nearby—no family with compatible blood that we know of.” Marcus froze, the words sinking like lead. Rogue. Of course. That explained the poison’s danger, her body’s unique needs, but it also meant… there was no safety net. No one to turn to if the healer’s treatments alone weren’t enough.

The Healer pack was a legendary pack in the wolf world as much of its population was mostly comprised of healers. Some years ago a group of healers in a large pack, angry with the way the current Alpha at that time was treating them, decided to break away from the pack and start a pack of their own. Delilah heard it as a sort of story but was amazed to see it actually existed. It was their bravery to break away that created the rise of rogues. That would explain why she was still alive, instead of back at that pitch darkness. She suddenly remembered the vision?... She wasn't sure she would call the events that unfolded before her eyes in that darkness a vision.