Rogue Linage Novels & Stories

PROLOGUE The Lycan king's secret kingdom consisted of three main packs. The Shadow Pack: crafters of weapons, strongest of alphas. The Crimson Moon Pack: known for their omega healers and every form of dark sorcery. And the Red Fang Pack: merchants and travellers. Every wolf knew the basics. And there was an immortal Lycan king that wielded a scythe, working in the shadows, making sure the packs coexisted and keeping the wolves from enemies.

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

"Why keep this all a secret?" "Power and greed." John shorts through the books on the table and hands me one. "Our family linage used to be a well-known fact among our kind until the 14th century. The details are written here; you might need to brush up on your medieval French to read it. Here is a translated copy. Two other packs started a war with the Bois de Frene Pack to give you the cliff notes. The war prize was the Alpha's daughter Liliana. The two packs wanted to make themselves King of the werewolves and rule like humans. This angered the goddess. She sent prophets to the waring packs to warn them, but they killed the prophets. Selene revoked her blessings from them. She stripped th

Also many self aid techniques. Life in the compound was coming about nicely. Everyone had been getting along nicely and were all enjoying eachothers company. The Rogue camps that were set up outside our territory had moved onto the royals land for safety. Many of them had agreed to join the Blue Rose pack but there were many that were still very leery of the Alphas and would often shy away from everyone. It was extremely clear that many of these women had been through the ringer quite a few times. We had questioned some of the others that had agreed to join why they were Rogues. Though many could not explain it or who said that they had gone through hell. It was hard to understand that many

Rig growled, and even though I felt his certainty—and believed him—that wasn’t my point. “It’s not just you, though, Rig. You know that. You have to have the support to gain your full power. That means the hierarchy has to not just be beaten, but overcome. And that means we need more numbers.” Rig scoffed, shaking his head. “What are you guys talking about?” Cara piped up from beside Rig, her expression confused. “The Rogues,” I explained to her. “They’re wolves that stand outside the hierarchy. Self-ruling and—”

Elaine, an Omega,had spent all her life being prepared for a prestigious mate by her family. To them nothing was more important than an elite match for their last daughter but things would change when the Rogue Alpha Maxwell, a banished heir of the royal family storms in and claims her against her will. What begins with rivalry turns into unwavering passion and desire for each other. Eventually pregnant with Alpha Maxwell's forbidden heir, Elaine carries a child prophesied to be the destroyer of the current monarchy and one who will either unite or destroy the packs forever.She would live her life protecting her pup while fighting beside her ferocious Alpha.

"But I need to know—can you deliver on your end of the bargain? Can you provide the bloodline needed for the ritual? Because if this is a trick, if you're here to sabotage us, I will make sure you regret it." Ravena's smile widened, revealing sharp canines. "I carry the blood of the Rogue Ascendancy in my veins. My ancestors were the first rogues, the ones who refused to bow to the Ancient Dynasty. My blood is pure, untainted by the politics and corruption that destroyed the old world. It will anchor the ritual. It will save your life."

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.

“Someone really close to you was hurt… by rogues. Same way my real parents were murdered by the Lycans. I could tell, because it was almost like I could see myself in you.” “You and I are nothing alike,” he almost growl. “Is that why you never trusted anything I said?” He scoffed at her question. “Let me guess. This is the time you'll try to convince me that not all rogues are devious?” “Aren’t we all devious, Theron?” she asked quietly. “We are all shifters… just born into different sides. Rogues didn’t just appear out of nowhere. They were made… long before the packs became kingdoms, there was no such thing as ‘rogues.’ Just shifters. Then a war came. A war that needed enemies. So they cre

Its skin was a pale, but oddly shimmering grey, it was just a little more than a bag of bones. Must not be old enough to stand the famine that must be hitting the rogues now. They were an hybrid mix of rogue vampires and siren witches. It was a death combination that killed them before our army of warriors can get to them. But the problem is that for the past ten weeks we've been getting a spike in their movements and a sudden desperation to get into Lygion. The king hadn't said a word since we began deliberating on these issues. He isn't required to.