Novel & Cerita Rogue Lineage Necromancer

Alive. The rogues weren’t a pack. They weren’t even wolves. They were ghosts made of teeth. Men and women broken into something else. Forsaken by bloodlines, untouched by mercy. And they didn’t come for territory. They came to end lineages. The gate exploded inward. Not splintered—obliterated. Flame. Not fire like a torch. Magic. Laced with black root and moonstone. Old sorcery that should have been buried. The first wave hit like a storm.