Rogue Linage Novels & Stories

“Logan—the High Alpha—he’s put me on a pedestal in front of the whole world, but the packs aren't going to just accept it. He’s too powerful, too ‘perfect’ in their eyes to be bonded to a common wolf like me. I can see why they’re snarling. In the hierarchy of the Citadel, I’m nobody. I can't change my lineage.” “Stop acting like a submissive. Lineages have to start somewhere. The Great Houses weren't born with gold and territory; they fought for it. You’re the best strategist and designer I know. Work harder than them. Make them acknowledge you because they have no other choice.” Paige waved her hand as if brushing away a bad scent just as the server arrived with charred boar, marrow-fat, a

I cut her words in wonderment as I became interested now, “may I ask if those werewolves are like the wolves? The real wolves, I mean. The wild animals that look for their prey. Are werewolves like those wild animals? Do they have the same kind of pack too? A family that the alpha protects? The rogue you are talking about… that rogue must be really bad, that is why his alpha wanted his death. Alpha leads and secures its members, so if there is a rogue, then… then it means that one is the worst one.” “They are almost the same as the wolves you are referring to,” she gave another smile at me. “Same but different in many ways. Werewolves look like humans but can change into wolf forms while wol

“The purebloods are getting ready to pounce on you. It’s practical for you to be in a pack than be a rogue.” Lincoln dropped the million-dollar question: “And what do you want from me?” Patrina licked her lips. It was almost like she was nervous. “I can offer you shelter and protection. In exchange... …marry me and by my Alpha.”

Arthur had felt their presence like an instinct he couldn’t explain. “I… I tried to stop them.” But it had been too late. They would never abandon their comrades to their deaths. All Arthur could do was go after them and try to kill as many rogues as he could. Didn’t know how many rogues there were, but he knew that the patrol members would be in trouble. They fought fiercely, ripping and tearing through the rogues in practiced patterns. A rogue was only at an advantage against one werewolf because rogues were fierce and irrational beasts. Against teams of three, a rogue lost the advantage of being unpredictable as the three werewolves could cooperate.

“Your birthday is October 31st—on Samhain. What better place to be at that time than in New Orleans? Now, Gideon is an orphan—you’ll find all these on the file. He has no idea who his parents are, which means there’s no way to know his Magickal bloodline. You’re going to have to be inventive after you’ve talked with him to convince him to go with us when we arrive there for him.” “How are you so sure I can accomplish all this? First of all, he’s a hermit. Second, he doesn’t even know me. Third, I don’t know him except for what you have on the file which I haven’t even read. I—” “Because the Oracle said so.” She shrugs. “And the Oracle has never been wrong. So who am I or the Council to doubt

She would be forced to fight, and yet not too well—because skill would draw attention, and attention meant risk. Rule Four: Bloodlines are sacred. Initiates are evaluated in part on lineage. Noble blood earns privilege. Unknowns and rogues are subject to scrutiny and testing. A pit opened in her stomach. Her true bloodline—daughter of Garrick Stormclaw—would grant her high rank instantly. But as Rian, she was a nobody. A rogue male who showed up with a forged acceptance letter and no clan ties. If anyone questioned her origins or demanded proof… She would be dragged back. And this time, her father would not lock her in a tower. He would make an example of her.

I watch Orion’s face as it shifts from shock to anger. “How dare you, Juniper,” he snarls. “Oh, come on, this isn’t even most daring thing I’ve said today,” I mutter, lifting my soup to my lips and taking another long sip. “That is my lineage you’re talking about!” “Oh, what the fuck even is a lineage, anyway?” I snap, wiping at my mouth with the side of my hand. “I come from a lineage of wolves that take thrones when they see them recklessly mismanaged –“

I had no idea if we would find any answers at all let alone what to expect when we got to the next pack. I tried mind linking, tried checking the bind if it was intact, it was faint but it wasn't enough reassurance. The threat posed by the rogues was greater than I had expected. It's been years since rogues had united and tried to fight but now it was different. I clenched my teeth and vowed to continue my search. Layla was out there and I could find her. I wouldn't stop even if it meant destroying the entire world. Dear Moon Goddess, keep her safe.

It may seem harsh but given all the changes I have implemented to make the pack a better pack with which people wanted to ally themselves, forcing people into the life of a rogue was a small price to pay. Being a neighbouring pack with Moon Shadow held its advantages too. I had made sure they were the first alliance I secured given that Darkness and Moon Shadow had been enemies for longer than anyone cared to remember. Though since Jayson still hasn't returned from wherever it is he has disappeared to, it was a friendship which was really beginning to struggle now.

“Have they been hiding their true nature from you all this time?” “I... I don’t understand.” “Some are bitten. They change later. Hybrids. Half human. Half beast. But you... you were born this way. You’re a Pureblood. A true Lycan. And your ichor, your blood, carries traits of a lineage I don’t even recognize. That intrigues me. Fascinates me. I thought I’d seen everything. But you… you’re different.” Everything around me started spinning. The forest, the sky, the leaves, all of it whirled. My stomach turned, my feet lost the ground. I felt like I was about to fall. To faint. To vanish inside myself.