Rogue Lineage Novels & Stories

Elaine, an Omega,had spent all her life being prepared for a prestigious mate by her family. To them nothing was more important than an elite match for their last daughter but things would change when the Rogue Alpha Maxwell, a banished heir of the royal family storms in and claims her against her will. What begins with rivalry turns into unwavering passion and desire for each other. Eventually pregnant with Alpha Maxwell's forbidden heir, Elaine carries a child prophesied to be the destroyer of the current monarchy and one who will either unite or destroy the packs forever.She would live her life protecting her pup while fighting beside her ferocious Alpha.

An indication that he was carrying a heavy load. Before speaking, Lider also placed the heavy sack —not as heavy as Kaylon's sack, down to the ground. “Yes, Alpha. Maybe she's al—” Lider stopped talking when Kaylon stopped him using a hand signal. That's when Lider tried checking behind him. But he can't see anyone, except for the smell of his fellow warriors that is getting nearer. They can only be counted by fingers, since Kaylon was expecting additional warriors coming from the west. Warriors came from warrior Augmina’s fleet. He was expecting an additional four to six people.

I Arrived at the shadow-core pack’s main driveway, I got a call from Gary Saithe telling me to get my ass over here, Gary is A Vampire -werewolf hybrid known as Alpha to his band of misfit rogues that he likes to keep as pets, his pack was no laughing stock nor to be taken lightly as all pack leaders feared him but Mostly Feared the rogues that he took in as his own members - they were a different sort of breed, not just one race. But a mixture of good and bad. - I killed the Roaring engine to my black sports car and stepped out of the driver’s side straightening out my matching black suit that fitted around me so well. A lingering scent hung in the passing breeze, I took a deep breath inhal

But I promised that I would take her to see her family. Javier drops his defensive stance, responding, “I’m sorry man, it’s just bizarre that you didn’t know..” He looks apologetic. Then explains. “And a Rogue is a wild stray wolf, basically. They don’t have any leader or pack, and most don’t want one. They cause chaos wherever they go and are vicious killers. Ripping people who get in their way to shreds literally! They stank too.” And lil Shawn exclaims, “Yeah, they smell like garbage truck juice!”

Such betrayal, but what would you expect from a rogue. Never trust a rogue.

My trembling hands pushed away the curtain, and the blinding morning light made me squint, but I struggled to keep them open to take on the grand sight outside this carriage. Towering ivory walls reaching up to fifty meters, seemingly reaching for the horizons, and a luxurious blackwood double-door gate embossed with a ruby-eyed ebony wolf howling to the heavens highlighted by golden lines, as if the giant black wolf with blood-red eyes is ready to leap out of the gate and massacre its enemies. The entrance to the core power territory of the Rogue kingdom exudes a terrifying momentum of bloodshed and carnage. It perfectly fits the image of the Rogue werewolf race that I have learned and hear

I had no idea if we would find any answers at all let alone what to expect when we got to the next pack. I tried mind linking, tried checking the bind if it was intact, it was faint but it wasn't enough reassurance. The threat posed by the rogues was greater than I had expected. It's been years since rogues had united and tried to fight but now it was different. I clenched my teeth and vowed to continue my search. Layla was out there and I could find her. I wouldn't stop even if it meant destroying the entire world. Dear Moon Goddess, keep her safe.

“We have an alibi, witnesses to that, and nothing to gain from such destruction.” My voice was so low, so deadly—my eyes so fierce, so unyielding, that Marcus actually balked. It was brief and slight, but it was there. He took a step back. I stood taller. Every inch upward made my burned skin pull, but I didn’t flinch. “Tyler Rogers is my mate,” I said as if announcing it to an audience. “Yes, I am a rogue. But we have already sealed our bond. And there’s nothing anyone can do to break that.”

She raised a claw to finish it off when another rogue jumped at her, knocking her off the wolf. Nora whimpered, falling to a side, leaving her ribs bruised and bleeding. Of course, rogues travelled in twos. The new rogue crouched beside the fallen rogue, sniffing it and checking if it was still alive. Nora saw her blood on a couple of fallen leaves and growled, charging at the newcomer. She gave it no breathing space as she took it down, swiping at its neck with renewed energy and anger. When it tried to howl for help, she ripped out its vocal cord and the rogue went still. Returning to the initial one, it was barely alive and struggling to get away.

With the ancient Graystone wards fully activated and the ley lines restored, our territories now had protections that hadn't existed for generations—defences that Nightshade would find nearly impossible to penetrate. A distant howl suddenly cut through the celebration, not pack, not friendly. It was quickly joined by others, a discordant chorus that made the hair along my spine rise. One of them had shifted back “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” he screamed, “YOU HAVE ALLOWED ABILITIES FROM THE ROYAL LINE TO AWAKEN ONCE MORE, THEY WILL NOW DIE TONIGHT.” Maison shifted back instantly, his human form materialising beside me. "Rogue wolves," he growled, his eyes scanning the darkened forest edge. "At least