Rogue Lienage Novels & Stories

*Are you hitting on me Alpha, you know I’m taken,* he joked back. *Well I thought about holding your hand but I don’t want to make anyone jealous,* I said. *We would certainly be the talk of the woods,* he chuckled. Just then, about a mile into the trek, we caught a distinct rogue scent and we all abruptly stopped. Rogues have a unique scent that is hard to explain. They smell like a bunch of things at once. Being in a pack you have your own scent, possibly you carry a bit of your mate. But you smell mostly like yourself. Rogues can lose their unique scent, as a way to throw off enemies and keep them from being easily traced. Their spirit is wild and that’s what they project. So … either Zan

Selene said. "Sure thing," I said, agreeing with her. I opened the door, just a tiny bit, and sniffed. "I think someone needs to take a bath. It smells awful, Selene, like garbage." "Characteristic rogue scent," Selene said with certainty. "Since rogues have been banished like used trash, they have a certain scent. However, there is an elixir that hides the rogues' rancid stench. I think the ones stealing from your father either forgot to wear the elixir or they are so nervous, the effectiveness of the elixir diminished. Anyway, we are dealing with a team of rogue wolves, Kiaria. They are not bound by rules or laws. They will kill even if it is unwarranted."

“I went down the rabbit hole hours ago. Everything sounds crazy and yet so logical. I can’t tell what’s sane and what’s not anymore. I just don’t want anyone screaming at me or getting violent.” Robert gave a frustrated and exasperated sigh. “I assure you both. Whatever is happening here it’s escalating, and we can’t allow it to harm either of you. This is a situation I never planned to be in. But basically this is the calm before a war breaks out. I’m stuck trying to figure out who our enemy is still.” “Question. What are rogues?” “Rogue or rogue pack. Wolf shifters who don’t have a pack or are in a territory they have no right to be in. A rogue pack is a pack who steps into the territory o

the rogue says, “he won’t take it with brute force first. He’ll take it with leverage. With sickness. With hunger. With deals you can’t refuse.” My skin prickles, thinking of the Queen upstairs, pale and failing. Tessa whispers, “He’s looking for his heir.” The rogue’s mouth tightens. “Yes.” “And do you know who?” I press. He looks at me for a long moment, then shakes his head once. “Not a name. Not yet.” His eyes narrow. “But I know he’s spooked. That’s why you got six rogues in a garden, he’s searching fast. Desperate.”

“That surname… it belonged to a woman. Decades ago. One of the few who left the rogues and tried to live among us. She was killed before she could ever settle. As far as I know, she was never connected to the rogues. An enemy to all. Rogues hated her presence, would not take her in, and the wolves had her exiled.” Hunter’s eyes narrowed. “Do you know her name?” “Liana D’Amaris,” I said quietly. “A witch-blooded wolf. She was one of the few who managed to walk out of their lands alive, and the only one who had ties to the old rogue bloodline.” He exhaled, closing the file. “If Lorenzo is her descendant, or tied to her line, that means he’s not just playing business. He’s playing revenge.” “Ex

“My throat is delivering absolute, unedited reality, Lucas. Your intellect fully comprehends the exact social barriers my tongue is highlighting.” “Why does my destiny demand a mate from an elite Alpha lineage?” Lucas insisted, his fingers reaching out to playfully pinch my chin armor. “When Logan Pierce formally claimed Brooke Lawson’s bond, her consciousness was entirely blind to the fact that her bloodline originated from a premier clan. Paige, my system refuses to accept that social fiction as a legitimate excuse to sever our paths.” But my head executed a stubborn, unyielding shake.

“Then blood will spill before the prophecy intends it to.” ……. In the deepest part of the forest, where the moonlight barely kissed the ground, a figure stood on a high ridge. Eyes glowing molten gold, burning with something fierce… and broken. The rogue alpha. His long coat fluttered in the breeze as he stared down at the distant lights of the city. The scent of Elaina still lingered on the wind—wildflower and power. “She’s awakening…” he murmured, jaw clenched, claws flexing at his sides.

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

I asked, my voice trembling. "It means the moon was waiting for us," Lucian said. He looked at his own hand. The scar was there, identical to mine. "It means we aren't lying anymore, Azzianna. You are mine. And I am yours. Not because of a contract, but because of the blood." The silence in the room was heavy. We stared at each other, the reality of what we had done sinking in. I was no longer a Thorne by marriage. I was something else. I was a Silver-Bane who had chosen a Rogue.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.