Rogue Linage Novels & Stories

Their child, born into a world free from the rogue threat, would grow up knowing the sacrifices made by their parents and the importance of unity and strength. troubling reports of increased rogue activity near our borders. They have grown bolder and more aggressive, posing a threat not only to our packs but to the entire region." A hushed murmur spread through the room, as the gravity of the situation sank in. Rogue werewolves were individuals who had either been banished or had chosen to live outside the structured hierarchy of packs. They were known for their lawlessness and unpredictability, often causing harm to innocent humans and supernatural beings alike.

The younger ones—the newer generation of Rogues—were different. Their wildness was less calculated, more reckless. They had inherited a cause they didn’t fully understand, yet they carried it with the same feral pride. Kieran himself was part of the third generation. His father had passed the mantle to him after the rebellion, and his grandfather had been one of the first to align with BloodMoon. The guards noticed me before anyone else. Their eyes sharpened, and their bodies tensed, claws extending as they stepped forward to block my path.

“Im not supporting the Rogue Lycans but downgrading the war is just an insult to me.” I still wasn’t getting the point of it. “Im sorry. I didn't mean to offend you but why won't you donate blood to my members.” Her gaze shifts back to me. “Im getting there. The Rogue lycans did not do it out of spite but to draw out hidden lycans of ancient bloodlines who are hiding in packs.” “Im not sure I understand,” I tell her. “Only the blood of a lycan with ancient bloodline can cure the blight..”

I had to rub my eyes to confirm that I was seeing correctly because there was no possibility that I was inside Xavier’s chamber, the merciless Rogue Alpha and My father’s sworn enemy. Xavier Cassian, the ruthless Rogue Alpha governed with an iron grip. He is young and yet, he controlled the world in his hands and forced everyone to obey him. The only individual who never yielded to his intimidation was my father and that was when the silent war between them began. Xavier robbed him of peace both in the werewolf and the business world. It became so terrible that my father prohibited the citizens of his territory from ever associating with anyone from Xavier’s land. And refusal to that leads t

I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life. I don't know who my parents are. I don't know if they are dead or alive or if they ever wanted me. I don't know anything about where I came from. All I know is that I have been on my own since before I can remember, stealing and lying and fighting just to stay alive. That is what rogues do. We do the dirty work. The illegal work. The work that packs do not want to admit needs doing. In return, we get money, food. A chance to see another day.

"I'll get you those ice cream covered in chocolate that you like" " You will? You will?!" " Absolutely", Juliet smiled. " Now wipe the drool off your chin" "I wasn't drooling!", Meghan protested, reaching down to see if she actually had drooled. "I'm kidding. We gotta pick your mom up so we might as well go now. They might be snappy and rude if we're late" Meg scoffed. " You're marrying into the Nickolav family and have connection with the Petrovas, what more backing could you need to ensure that everyone falls at your feet?

After my speech the council was split into two with fewer alpha willing to help me after weighing down the risk, however even though they were a few they were incredibly mighty with many strong warriors and resources behind them so I didn't have to be worried when the majority left and refused to help. We got together and formed a new strategy that involved infiltration of the rogue lands. Since in technicality rogues didn't even have plans at all or territory but rather they spread across different uninhabited place is like that and would only stay for a certain period of time then they will move around again as though they were trying to spread a disease but considering that their mere exi

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.