Rogue Lienage Novels & Stories

He sure had his work cut out for him. Any one being a Rogue or a renegade was despised in the werewolf community. There was not much difference between the two terms. The High council branded all those who do not adhere to the laws of the werewolf community as Rogues. It included wolves who got kicked out from their packs or those who decided to leave them on their accords. Renegade, on the other hand, were rogues who like to hurt, use their abilities to kill mindlessly. Ryan happened to be elated when he first spotted his mate, but got frustrated beyond reason when he could not find her for a year. But when he did, it was to find she was the one thing that he despised the most. All his thou

Such betrayal, but what would you expect from a rogue. Never trust a rogue.

said Chelsea as she leaped on her feet, shaking her head " Rogue will never think of me like that , he clearly loved you . How can he -" " Then how can he not love me now ?" asked Lilian , she didn't stop her from leaving but her next sentence stopped her on her on initiative " Have you ever wondered about this ? Why he loves you now but didn't love you as much as he did in the past ? Because he knew that he owned you and your heart " " What exactly are you trying to say ?" " You believe that Rogue never liked you but the thing is he did , he wanted to own you as much as you wanted to posses him " said Lilian as she stared at her , her voice never wavering

Arthur held very still. "Her blood carries properties that do not exist in any pure-wolf lineage I have ever encountered," Harlen said. "The regenerative quality. The antidote effect. The way it responds to the compound of the plague as though it was designed to counter it — specifically and precisely." He picked up his notebook and opened it to a page dense with small handwriting. "There is only one classification that fits what I am seeing." He looked up. "Aurora is a hybrid." The word landed in the room like a stone dropped from a great height.

Both texts, images and videos. He clicked on the top post which had been written by one Kall Medaisylover She'd made mention of Vintage Wine. Clicking on the highlighted text, Lyons was directed to a page. Vintage Inc. He knew that company and it was for a bad reason. His jaw hardened. Then, he wandered how Vintage was connected with the craze going on. Holding back his rage, he returned to the post and continued reading.

I had no idea if we would find any answers at all let alone what to expect when we got to the next pack. I tried mind linking, tried checking the bind if it was intact, it was faint but it wasn't enough reassurance. The threat posed by the rogues was greater than I had expected. It's been years since rogues had united and tried to fight but now it was different. I clenched my teeth and vowed to continue my search. Layla was out there and I could find her. I wouldn't stop even if it meant destroying the entire world. Dear Moon Goddess, keep her safe.

Perhaps your rogue is still out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. END OF BOOK EIGHT

Hunt untied the rope from around my hands and once they were free, I rubbed the red rings around my wrists. "So can I leave?" I stood up and as I tried to move around him to get to the door, he caught my wrist and pulled me back. "I can't let you leave." "Why not?" My voice was laced with annoyance. "I did not do anything wrong." "Unfortunately I make a lot of decisions but my pack won't like knowing that we have a rogue on our hands and I'm about to let her loose, especially with all the attacks going around. For all we know," Hunt stepped closer. "You could be the wild rogue just trying to talk yourself out of a sticky situation."

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

“It was useless asking him in the first place. Mason was right; we are rogues, and we shouldn’t be taking orders from them. It is better this way; he doesn’t have to know where we are.” “Hmmm.” “What is it?” Kane asked, angling his mate so she could face him. “I am sensing some hesitation within you.” “I don’t know; I don’t just think we are making the right decision. We are literally uprooting everyone from where they are known to somewhere unknown. People don’t do so well with changes.” “You have forgotten that we are rogues; we are wanderers. We were never meant to settle in a place.” “You don’t expect me to know that.” Ariel said under her breath, and she was sure Kane could hear her, bu