Rogue Linage Novels & Stories

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.

“I went down the rabbit hole hours ago. Everything sounds crazy and yet so logical. I can’t tell what’s sane and what’s not anymore. I just don’t want anyone screaming at me or getting violent.” Robert gave a frustrated and exasperated sigh. “I assure you both. Whatever is happening here it’s escalating, and we can’t allow it to harm either of you. This is a situation I never planned to be in. But basically this is the calm before a war breaks out. I’m stuck trying to figure out who our enemy is still.” “Question. What are rogues?” “Rogue or rogue pack. Wolf shifters who don’t have a pack or are in a territory they have no right to be in. A rogue pack is a pack who steps into the territory o

PREVIOUSLY ON THE ROGUE ALPHA'S QUEEN DARLA My father, the Alpha never came back after that day to absorb my blood, but I know he will still be back to take it, to haunt me of my continuous, never ending past. I scoffed at my situation after thinking about it with my mind, even my mind was beginning to doubt Ken, he promised he would be back, but I've never seen him not to talk of heard of him anymore. My heart was hardened.

Cedric stroked Penelope as he spoke, but the hound growled as though sensing his tension. Lucien thought of all he stood to lose if Hugo Waverly struck. One person in particular came to mind. If he lost her, he'd lose himself. No, the time for posturing was over. It was time to prepare for war. The League of Rogues would have to protect themselves, and those they loved, from Waverly's fatal schemes.

Kael grabbed the rogue by the throat and slammed him against the wall hard enough to crack stone. “Who sent you?” The rogue only smiled, blood dribbling down his chin. “You’re already too late.” Kael slammed him again. “Answer me.” The rogue’s eyes slid past Kael, locking onto Lyra. His smile widened, feverish, almost worshipful. “There she is.” Fear twisted in Lyra’s stomach, cold and sharp. The rogue’s voice dropped to a whisper. “The lost bloodline.” Kael’s grip tightened until the rogue choked. “What does that mean?”

“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?

Luke didn’t stop looking at each of them so intensely as he continued, “The rogue attack is drawing closer and closer to our boundaries.” “And we are prepared,” one of the elders replied. Luke shook his head, frowning a bit, “Are you sure about this? How ready?” he replied. The elders knew he had lost his dad to a rogue attack in a neighbouring pack, in which his dad’s friend was alpha and he had gone to assist them. Since then, their pack had been on consistent alert and guarding. No rogue was let to go free, as they could be a spy.