Rogue Linage Novels & Stories

Just then, a man pushed through the crowd and stepped in front of Derek. “Alpha, give the word—we’re ready.” It was his Beta, voice calm but filled with authority. Kelvin froze, as if struck by lightning. “What… what did you call him? Alpha?” he stuttered. Derek tilted his head, smirking. “Do you doubt the existence of the Rogue Pack?” Kelvin didn’t answer. His lips moved but no words came out. Alex, still seated, looked stunned. “Wait… that Rogue Pack? The one that’s invaded territory after territory over the past years? The one with the mysterious Alpha no one has ever seen?”

He turns and looks at me. “Tell Alpha Arman that Sigrid was tired and Vivienne had a hidden injury that she was focused on healing.” “What injury?” I ask. Alpha Quirin holds my gaze as Luna Kennedy answers my question. “That is for Vivienne to discuss, not me,” she says. “You heard my mate. I will grant you access to our pack lands, especially if Vivienne is okay with you coming to see her and your presence helps her to heal. However, if your presence becomes counter-productive to her healing, or if she wants you gone, you will no longer be welcome on my pack lands,” Alpha Quirin says.

It perfectly fits the image of the Rogue werewolf race that I have learned and heard from stories about their sudden emergence, and how they only took three years to conquer the entire Elden continent. It has been one hundred years since then, and the Rogue kingdom only continues to grow bigger and stronger that the various races of the Elden continent could only bow down and accept their tyranny. Our Celeste werewolf race, a descendant of one of the six first werewolves created by the moon god, was also one such race that could only hide in our territory in the emerald forest to follow the wills of the Rogue kingdom, whether it is about following their decrees and sending up tributes.

Three hundred years ago. A Lycan who had been changed by Veil Forest in the same way Aldric has been changed. Who had built toward the same objective. The absorption of the Nightmoon bloodline's activation moment." I pressed my hand against my stomach. "Three hundred years ago,the last full Lycan hid the bloodline inside wolf genetics." I said "To protect it," Sera said. "The original Rogue King could not reach the bloodline inside wolf genetics because his power was built to interface with Lycan frequencies. Not wolf

The rogues all gasped, and Leo was left speechless as he fixed his gaze back at his mate. “Young man, your mate is a descendant of the bloodline of the ancient witch. And I will have you know that this ancient witch in question, happens to be my sister” Leo and the rogues wheezed. *** Sonia had gone out to enjoy the peace of nature by going to the pack’s river. During the course of her stay on the shores of the river, something extra-ordinary happened. The river split into two and out of the bare of the river, three women rose to the shore and it left her trembling for she hadn’t seen anything like it before in her life.

I replied and flipped my hair. We were all done with our meal and sharing stories by the camp fire when one of the warriors, I think his name was Camie, asked " Luna. What did it feel like to be a rogue?" another warrior nudged him hard " Insensitive much?"" Oh no it's fine. It's fine" I said quickly. They kept quiet, " Well for starters, Rogues live their lives on the run most of the time. But that's more common for those who weren't part of a rogue pack, like me, although I did have one--" "--but she was banished" Felix cut in.

That was the real insult. To be Alpha of a bloodline pack? That was ceremony, tradition, inheritance. But to be Alpha of rogues? That was earned through blood, death, and pain. Through breaking bones and tearing throats. Not given. Taken. A fight till death, that only the survior is chosen.

“As much as I really don't want to talk about his death right now… I can’t just ignore it. We are the Rogue people. We are strong, beautiful, and kind. We've survived situations—harsh and life-threatening ones that would have killed others that are in a pack. Over the years, we've been able to change the narrative that Rogues are more than assassins, troublemakers, or black magic wielders. So it's time you both, as our rulers, stop treating us like we are lesser than those in a pack when we are actually more. It is time you stop treating us like we are at the mercy of other packs. It is time you stop making us feel like we can't achieve anything if we don't belong to a pack when we've actual

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

Some bloodlines operated outside pack structures completely. They weren’t called rogues at the time. That word came later, and it wasn’t meant kindly. Back then, they were just… different. Different lineages. Different ways of relating to power. Different ways of using magic. I pulled the volumes one by one and went through them carefully. I’m a methodical person. It’s probably my most reliable trait. When I search for something, I don’t let what I hope to find or what I’m afraid to find get in the way. I read. I record. I move forward.