Rogue Lienage Novels & Stories

I leaned in closer. “Rogues don’t usually move in clusters like this. The very definition of a rogue implies that they’re solitary, on their own. This seems organised.” A cold shiver ran through me. “Mum,” I said, my tone urgent. “Last night, the rogue left without a fight. But it was sudden – like someone told it to back off. The expression it had was the same as when we’re listening to a mindlink. But a rogue can’t mindlink, because they don’t have a pack. But what if…” I trailed off.

All of my belongings were left behind including my car and all of my clothes. At this point, my rogue scent would be strong enough that anyone who knew me before would be unable to detect my natural scent, so there was no chance of them identifying me. Although, I find it interesting that my mate could still smell my scent over the rogue scent. It must be because of the mate bond.

After my speech the council was split into two with fewer alpha willing to help me after weighing down the risk, however even though they were a few they were incredibly mighty with many strong warriors and resources behind them so I didn't have to be worried when the majority left and refused to help. We got together and formed a new strategy that involved infiltration of the rogue lands. Since in technicality rogues didn't even have plans at all or territory but rather they spread across different uninhabited place is like that and would only stay for a certain period of time then they will move around again as though they were trying to spread a disease but considering that their mere exi

I was remembering more and more after each lesson, and I decided to squeeze another one in for the day. Renia, my sister, was sitting on the couch in the room with her newest pup. She had been helping by looking up in the law book if I was right or not. “He got it.” She grinned at me, pleased with my progress as well. “What does that mean in layman’s terms?” Thomas raised an eyebrow at me. “It basically covers a rogues rights to live, especially if they were born a rogue, and the land was owned by them or their family before packs claim it.”

"If you don't reject him, I'll have to declare him a rogue and banish him from this pack. We don't need him here." "You can't do that father. He is your subject! You can't maltreat your pack members for no reason! That will be outrageous!" I yelled. I couldn't believe my ears. Being declared a rogue was the worst thing that could happen to a werewolf — aside from being rejected. A rogue was an outlaw, one without a pack. He was sent out of his home to roam about the deadly forest alone. Rogues were helpless wolves without the protection of an alpha and they were open to any attack whatsoever

But here, in this ragged group of outcasts and survivors, I'd found something I'd never had before. Purpose. "I choose you," I said quietly. "All of you. I'm not running." Kael smiled—small but genuine. "Good. Because we need you, Selene. More than you know." “Why do you keep saying that?” I asked. “I’m untrained. I’m unstable. Right now, I’m more danger than help.” He was quiet for a long moment, his expression thoughtful. “I’ve been a rogue for years,” he said finally. “I’ve watched wolves fight, survive, and fall apart. I know what strength looks like. I know what fear looks like. And I know what potential looks like.”

“The man who attacked me. He referred to me as a… ‘rogue’ Luna. I wasn’t sure what that meant.” “Nothing,” he said defensively. “It doesn’t mean anything. He’s clearly just out of his mind. Don’t worry about it.” But this wasn’t good enough. He still hadn’t told me. “Kieran… what does it mean?” And I felt him softly sigh. “A rogue is… someone who doesn’t belong to a pack. They’re usually people who wander alone, unable to join anywhere due to their past. A past that is unforgivable and where they’ve committed atrocious, inexcusable acts. They’re all… criminals.”

"Well, you see, my brother Lucien and his friends are known in London as the League of Rogues." "Rogues?" Zehra couldn't help but wonder if these men were like Lawrence or if she should be worried. "It is just a nickname certain newspapers have come to favor when talking about their exploits. And one would have thought that as they married they would have settled down, yet they keep marrying creatures who are full of just as much mischief as they are. The wives now call themselves the Society of Rebellious Ladies, and they strive to live up to that name."

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.

I deserve answers," I said. Sean looked over at Stephen, who nodded at him to tell me. "Okay, your parents were not murdered by bears. The policeman that told you that was a Rogue," Sean said "What's a Rogue?" I asked "A Rogue is a wolf without a Pack. They live alone. They normally did something bad to get kicked out of their Pack, like kill someone or betray their Alpha," Sean said "Why would a Rogue tell Jenn and me that our parents were killed in an animal attack?" I asked