Rogue Lineage Necromancer Novels & Stories

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.

His flailing feet smacked into Alfos belly but the man didn’t budge. “You fucking want to pretend?” He barked, a red glow appearing on his face. “I saw you leaving the royal coffers which makes me assume you took Dracolian’s gold! Who did you buy with it? Rodrik?” “Is it…possible to buy the one that sees our souls? The one that can hear and see who the god of bond had paired?” He gave a quaky laugh that grated Alfos’ ears. “You should’ve brain, beta. Something of such is impossible. It’s an insult to assume I bought old Rodrik, the first soulgazer of Abbator to do my bidding,”

“What witches?” The rogue shook his head, sobbing now. “They do things… things I’ve seen… things that can’t be fought. They curse packs, break minds, twist people into… into monsters.” Raven stepped back, breathing deeply as she processed the information. Luca placed a steadying hand on her shoulder, grounding her. “We’ll be ready,” Luca said quietly, his eyes never leaving the rogue. “If you lie, you won’t leave this room.” The rogue looked up, desperation on his face. “I’m not lying. I swear. He’s coming, and he’ll kill me for failing.”

"Or did I just finally figure out how to be free of you?" The corrupted wolves around her shifted, waiting. Their eyes were black voids, just like hers, but somehow hers were worse. More aware. More hungry. "This is necromancy," Raven breathed beside me. "Advanced necromancy. Someone's puppeting her corpse—" "Not someone," Lydia interrupted, her voice layering again with that wrongness. Multiple voices speaking at once. "Something much older. Much more powerful. Your little witch brain can't even comprehend what I am now."

“Did you know the Alpha was inside?” Marcus’s lack of response was answer enough. I bared my teeth. “Cowardly bastard.” “Call me anything you want, bitch,” he growled, growing a bit of a spine. “I will not allow you to tear our pack apart—” I flinched as the prophecy burned in my mind: “A rogue-born child marked by flame, with red and orange eyes and unclaimed name, shall split the pack or unify them all.” The Beta was still ranting.

“I know how your father got your family's wealth. I know about the major money heists that went unsolved by the police. I know that your dad was the mastermind behind the last one a few years back.” She froze. I saw something like fear pass in her eyes before she forced indifference onto her face. “All those things are baseless talk backed with no proof. What are you going to do? Go cry to the police or something?” I relaxed into my chair. Oh, I was going to love this. “I have proof, Sarah. Lots and lots of proof.” Her eyes widened when she realized I wasn't actually bluffing. My eyes hardened, and I glared at her. “I'm the rogue king. I don't do baseless talks.”

“Nice of you to catch up.” Another Alpha snarled from the far left. Tall, wiry, with eyes like coals ready to burn, Malrik of the Frostfangs. “You’re out of your depth, rogue. You think being a brute makes you untouchable?” Eldric pushed forward, veins thick on his forehead with rage. “A mere rogue dares threaten the ancient bloodlines of wolf kind?” I turned my head slowly toward him, my grin now thin, feral, humorless.

" I cut him off with a cough. Their attention was turned to me, " who is this?" Blondie asked " she's the rogue we just caught dumbass" sadist answered irritatedly. Blondie's eyes widened " the rogue is a 'she'?"" Yes fool! I told you through the mind link" sadist said fustratedly.

Rogue appeared just in time to catch Lucifer who was hurled away by Sariel's Warhammer, his eyes hardened as he looked at the platoons, how dare they, how dare they lay their filthy weapons on his beloved skin, they were dying no matter which sovereign they were under. “Flourish, and Arise.” Rogue said and from his jacket, came out multitude of souls which took forms of the creatures he defeated during the dungeon Wraiths. He glanced at the numbers and matched them to his, he couldn't help but chuckle as he willed his influence over them ensuing an all out retaliation against the platoons.

“What do you think you can do when you find him, huh? How are you going to do it? You don’t have any weapons or any good skills to fight them.” “I can make weapons, and I’ll learn how to fight. I’ve seen some books in the library, so I can.” Alpha Julius burst into a fit of mocking laughter. “I’m sorry, child, but I don’t think those theories in the library will be of any help.” “I will make them; I will use them, and I will kill my parents' murderer. I don’t want to be a pack wolf; I want to be a rogue and kill those who killed my parents.” I saw no use staying in the pack house and rotting away as a maid running around attending to other people's needs and cleaning after them.