Rogue Linage Novels & Stories

“She was born outside a pack.” “So what? That doesn’t make her a rogue.” “In our world, it does,” I snapped. “Any wolf born outside a pack is automatically rogue.” “I don’t think so,” Grant shot back. “What makes someone a rogue is what pushed them or their family out of a pack. Circumstances matter.” I leaned forward. “Let me tell you something about her history. Her father was a Lycan prince from New York. He was disowned by his father because he rejected his fated mate and married a human. Doesn't that make him a rogue?”

I implore, my voice brimming with determination. Sage's voice takes on a measured tone as he dives into the details of the encounter. "The rogue clan was known as the Bloodfangs," he begins, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if reliving the battle. "Their members were highly skilled fighters, each marked with the tattoo of a serpent entwined with a wolf on their wrists—a symbol of their unity and cunning." "They possessed a unique agility and strength," Sage continues, his words painting a vivid picture in my mind. "Their warriors moved with grace, striking swiftly and retreating with an uncanny precision. It was as if they were one with the shadows, blending seamlessly into the night."

With the ancient Graystone wards fully activated and the ley lines restored, our territories now had protections that hadn't existed for generations—defences that Nightshade would find nearly impossible to penetrate. A distant howl suddenly cut through the celebration, not pack, not friendly. It was quickly joined by others, a discordant chorus that made the hair along my spine rise. One of them had shifted back “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” he screamed, “YOU HAVE ALLOWED ABILITIES FROM THE ROYAL LINE TO AWAKEN ONCE MORE, THEY WILL NOW DIE TONIGHT.” Maison shifted back instantly, his human form materialising beside me. "Rogue wolves," he growled, his eyes scanning the darkened forest edge. "At least

She stood in front of the imposing wolf before her. Shinro answered Laville through the mind link they shared. ‘We need people who can meet certain criteria. Those remnants rogues are not feral ones. They were banished because the pack they came from did not give them the justice they deserved.’ Laville nodded. After all, her alpha was once among those remnant rogues. She knew she could not judge them just because they were bearing the title of rogues. “I will take care and guard the Black Ridge Pack while you are away, Alpha.” Laville tilted her head down slowly. It was a form of promise, submission, and loyalty.

“There she is.” Rage surged through my veins instantly. They were here for her. “Ashmoon,” the rogue growled. Ava stepped forward.and my wolf roared in protest. “What do you want?” she asked calmly. The rogues began circling again slowly and predatory. “Curiosity.” Lightning split the sky again. The second rogue spoke this time. “They say the Ashmoon bloodline came back.” The third snarled. “We came to see if it bleeds.”

I let out, and Alaric opens his mouth to speak, but I don't let him interrupt. "I am still the Alpha of the Ignis Pack." I declare boldly as I turn slowly, looking around the hall. "And I'll decide what happens next." I finally say before I look back and face the Elders, taking a slow breath. Despite how upset I am, I still have to remain respectful. "You all saw how the Rogues entered the Gala. They wanted to make their presence known. They did not harm anyone... not yet, at least." I say, and several wolves exchange uneasy looks.

I tentatively ask, “Dad, did you include Shane, Tommy and Finn’s friend on the list? His gender is a beta, and he lost his entire pack in the war. Him and his parents only survived because they were living in the human world when the war started. His family still hasn’t decided on which pack to join. Technically, you could classify them as rogues.” As my father bends down to play with Trey, my father nods. “Yes. He is on the list. However, because he is technically considered a rogue, I shouldn’t have included him. But since we lost so many during the war, I’m including everyone, even rogues.” Mike turns back to Connor and picks up a rattle, playing with him again. “I won’t dock any

Someone who had not spent a lifetime being a rogue. My father had been the Rogue King, before my twin brother Eric killed him and took over as the Rogue King. A rogue was a wolf who did not want to be a part of a Pack or had been kicked out of a Pack for some reason or other. Others were born into it. As the Rogue King’s daughter, I was born to be a rogue. It was our family’s legacy. Rogue royalty, I think with a sarcastic chuckle.

“Considering the original rebellion happened so long ago, how does one become a Rogue? Is it solely by bloodline, or something else?” Rose shifted, settling in to think. “The foundation of my Rogue status traces back to my grandparents; they were indeed part of those initial ‘rebels,’ though I confess I possess very little knowledge regarding that era’s politics,” she explained. “My mother was categorized as a Second, a term we used much like your traditional pack utilizes generational distinctions.” She paused, offering the final, crucial detail: “My mother conceived a child fathered by one of this very pack’s soldiers. However, she maintained absolute secrecy regarding the pregnancy and un

“The curse of the rogues?” The goddess nodded, the movement slow and solemn. “Long ago, a great Alpha sought to twist my gifts for his own gain. In punishment, his descendants were stripped of their wolves’ sanity. They became the first rogues. Rage, hunger, and madness passed through generations, leaving them forever lost to their primal shadows.” A cold shiver ran through Aria. She knew the stories, but hearing them from the goddess was different—sharper, truer. “But why me?”