Novel & Cerita Rogue Lienage

"I'll get you those ice cream covered in chocolate that you like" " You will? You will?!" " Absolutely", Juliet smiled. " Now wipe the drool off your chin" "I wasn't drooling!", Meghan protested, reaching down to see if she actually had drooled. "I'm kidding. We gotta pick your mom up so we might as well go now. They might be snappy and rude if we're late" Meg scoffed. " You're marrying into the Nickolav family and have connection with the Petrovas, what more backing could you need to ensure that everyone falls at your feet?

“What.” “Last night. About twenty minutes before the breach. There was a spike inside Arachne’s property.” My stomach drops. “What kind of spike?” “Internal. Not from outside.” Mia. My throat goes dry. “Details.” “She was unstable,” Jason says. “Yelling. Energy fluctuations. Arachne contained it.” Contained. Then the breach. I sit down slowly. “Timing?” I ask. “Almost exact.” My mind starts moving fast. “She flares,” I murmur. “Then the ward gets tapped.”

Drystan asked, sitting beside me. I hesitated before answering. “Liora’s letter—it’s connected to the Amulet somehow. She said it’s tied to a bloodline. That means it’s not just a relic. It’s a key.” “To what?” “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But if the Rogue King is using it, he must think he can unlock whatever it’s tied to.” Drystan’s jaw tightened. “Then we can’t let him keep it.” The next morning, we moved closer to the camp, staying hidden in the dense forest.

Carmen shrugs. “Things like…..you talk through eyes something called a link,” she said hesitantly. “Mind-link yeah, We werewolves mind-link each other, a werewolf can mind-link someone who is the pack member but not someone outside, like rogues” she explained. “What is rogue? Uncle Jacob said my father hated my mum because she was a rogue” she asked. “He did not hate your mum, father said he is under control,” said Carmen. “But what is this rogue?” She asked stubbornly.

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

I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life. I don't know who my parents are. I don't know if they are dead or alive or if they ever wanted me. I don't know anything about where I came from. All I know is that I have been on my own since before I can remember, stealing and lying and fighting just to stay alive. That is what rogues do. We do the dirty work. The illegal work. The work that packs do not want to admit needs doing. In return, we get money, food. A chance to see another day.

“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.”

“Helix, take everyone into the bunker. The rogues are here.” I could not hold the tremble in. I had brought this onto my pack. Our defences were nothing compared to Adira. She said it herself, she was the head of an original coven and I was bound to her. I stumbled out somehow. Helix had sent the link because as I stepped out, the whole pack was running to hide. ‘Warriors, to the east border.’ I linked, trying to collect myself, trying to compose my shock. Such betrayal, but what would you expect from a rogue. Never trust a rogue.

But it was gone. "You saved me," he murmured. Before I could respond, the rogue chuckled. "Ah, young love. So tragic, so desperate." I turned to him, anger boiling beneath my skin. "We’re done here." He tilted his head. "Are we?" A sinking feeling twisted in my gut. "What do you mean?" The rogue grinned. "Did you really think a bond like this came without consequences?" Lucien tensed beside me. "What did you do?" The rogue’s eyes gleamed with amusement. "Oh, nothing much. Just a little… insurance. After all, what’s the fun in making a deal if there’s no risk?"

Only if she could just catch a break. 🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀 "Those weren't normal rogues Elder Senile, we believe they were rogues from Dead Groove", Xavier spat with anger as Laureffaine held his fist under the table, trying to keep his anger in check. She knew how just the topic of the Rogue Alpha could get him highly upset. Even she didn't like it that these days everything about her revolved around the Rogue Alpha. The Council didn't seem to believe it was the Rogue Alpha either. But from the way they behaved, even Laureffaine could sense their high taste of disgust for the Rogue Alpha.