Rogue Linage Novels & Stories

“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

“Soon.” *** The rogue park, as their pack was fondly called, is just as the name implies. They have been the outcasts of their packs, left to suffer a terrible end in the woods, but fate has managed to bring them together. Of them all, Kane was the largest, standing at 6’3 ft., and his wolf was the largest among them all and feral, so he naturally became the Alpha. To humans, they were known as rogue mafias, one of the deadliest underground movements in the United States, and they specialized in the sale of weapons and arms.

“She deserves the full truth.” Liora crossed her arms tightly. “Then explain it.” The rogue leader studied her for a moment before speaking. “The first Alphas were not ordinary wolves,” he said quietly. “Their blood carried abilities tied directly to the territories they ruled. Strength. Influence. Bonding power. Control over the packs themselves.” Thomas blinked. “Right. Because things weren’t insane enough already.” Lucien continued as though uninterrupted. “When the bloodlines fractured, so did the territories. Borders weakened. Rogue instability spread. Pack bonds became thinner with each generation.”

She says. "Bloody hell!" I gasp. A Rogue in this case doesn't mean a Rogue wolf. But the Rogue bloodline, one of the five royal bloodlines. "That means...two fated bloodlines. The witch was not joking." I remind Tessa about the prophecy that we heard as kids from a carnival witch who said that… "The bloodlines originate from one source. Nature will mate every two bloodlines together, only leaving one bloodline that will have the freedom to choose their mate outside the bloodlines." Her creepy voice mixed with laughter resonates in my ears.

After all the Rogues still had his brother's precious children, they didn't want those brats getting hurt, even though Zayn could hardly give one shit about them. They soon arrived in front of an opening, they could see small houses ahead which confirmed that they had arrived in the Rogue pack. The Rogues might be as powerful as the Lycans, but they could never compare in terms of wealth and political power. But unlike the Lycans whose blood only flowed from direct descendants, for example, the royal family was the only Lycans left, the Rogues could inherit each other's powers, and they didn't have to be related to doing so. That was why there was an entire village of them.

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

“I need you to stay with me, unless I say differently. Do you understand?” “Uh huh.” I mumble Alpha Knox makes his way over to us, “Seen anything?” “No.” “Are you sure?” “Yes,” Linc growls. His eyes suddenly look deep into the forest. “Fucking Rogues.” “Rogues? Rogue what?” “Lycans!” Alpha Knox growls as yellow eyed Lycans begin stepping out of the forest.

“I’m glad you like it so far. With every passing day, I’m sure you’ll like it even more. But tomorrow, after your tour with Christianna, I will show you where to take shelter if rogues attack.” “Ok…” I mumbled. “Will you tell me now what rogues are?” “Rogues… Well yeah. Rogues are werewolves who were banished from their Alpha or refused their own pack. At first, they live like plain humans, but when they give in to their wolves and shift, they become feral and lose themselves. They never return to their human forms again. Lost and disorientated, they gather up in little packs of two or three because wolves can’t live alone. Some rogues take simple wolves into their pack just to gain strength

“Kelvin isn’t just a Lycan prince if you must know” He leaned in with both arms crossed across his chest, his breath ghosting over my ear. “He’s the heir to the Blood Moon Rogues.” The words slammed into me like a physical blow and my cheeks reddish. “No,” I whispered. “That’s impossible, he wasn't.” I tried hard to convince myself he was lying. The Blood Moon Rogues were a legend—a nightmare. A pack of exiled Lycans who had slaughtered entire packs. Ruthless. Unforgiving.

"You look cute enough, but you're too scholarly for my type." The guy looked disgusted before he stood up. It's his turn to introduce himself. "My name is Linus Penn, 15 years old. I'm a Rogue." Some of the girls started swooning. Rogues are wolves without a pack and sometimes without a family. They used to be viewed as dangerous, and uncontrollable but seeing that they're admitted here, that must have changed. They must have lived hard lives too, the woods are unkind to lone wolves. I grinned at Diana wickedly. "You sure he's not your type?"