Rogue Lineage 소설 & 이야기

Atlas’s massive form becomes a wall of fury as he leaps over a fallen pillar to shield me, his claws rending a rogue’s throat in a spray of dark crimson. ​I swing the dagger at a third attacker. Its torso ignites in blinding silver light, the rogue crumpling in a cloud of ash with a dying screech that echoes off the ancient oaks. The dagger’s wrath is lethal, tied directly to my blood—a guardian, just as the visions promised. Aria’s growl is a triumphant blaze that makes my veins sing. ​The remaining rogues hesitate, fear flickering in their compelled, crimson eyes. But then, a low, unnatural horn echoes from the ridges.

I say, “is figure out who Ash really is.” Zarina raises a brow. “You think there’s a hidden lineage?” “I think,” I reply, “that there’s no such thing as an undocumented rogue alpha. Not one this powerful. Not one whose wolf is this abnormal. Not one who can withstand a half-completed rejection ritual from the Lycan King and still cling to the bond.” Zarina nods slowly. I continue, voice dropping. “A rogue is powerless without a pack. A rogue is weaker. Untethered. Feral. But Ash?” I shake my head. “Ash is something else.”

It was too late for me to notice that all of them had already shifted into their wolves with ease. These Lycan rogues weren't joking around when they declared that they owned the woods. During my years back at the orphanage, I already knew how they could take one's life without any problems. "You don't look so tough now. Don't be afraid of us; we'll be gentle on you," he snickered as he hastened his pace to catch me before I could hide from him. "Truth be told, you're the only woman we've seen out in the woods after several decades. We're beginning to lose hope that we'd see a new generation of Lycans; do you want to volunteer and be our breeding mate?"

"You look cute enough, but you're too scholarly for my type." The guy looked disgusted before he stood up. It's his turn to introduce himself. "My name is Linus Penn, 15 years old. I'm a Rogue." Some of the girls started swooning. Rogues are wolves without a pack and sometimes without a family. They used to be viewed as dangerous, and uncontrollable but seeing that they're admitted here, that must have changed. They must have lived hard lives too, the woods are unkind to lone wolves. I grinned at Diana wickedly. "You sure he's not your type?"

I slept with rogue, and despite being an alpha, he was still widely known as a rogue. “How dare you! How shameless! I can’t forgive you for doing this to me, Bethany. You allowed yourself to become one of his whores, and it’s the most despicable thing to do for the pack! Starting today, I will strip your status as my heir, and you can leave the pack immediately.”

How dare they think lowly of me just because I am a woman when I am much more powerful than hundreds of them combined? I love killing Rogues using the abilities that I have and one of them is to control lightning. That's what they get for laying their filthy hands on me. They deserve to be tortured, but they're lucky enough that I'm in a hurry or they'll die an excruciating death.

"You're Fenris's son. Fine. But bloodline doesn't make a leader." "I agree." That surprised him. I could see it in the slight widening of his eyes. "You do?" "I spent twenty-one years as a rogue. I don't know your laws, your customs, your history. I'm learning, but I'm not going to pretend I have all the answers." I looked around the room, meeting each of their eyes in turn. "What I want to know is what you think Silverpine needs." Silence. They'd expected defensiveness, maybe. Not genuine curiosity.

"I don't think you do, not all the way. A rogue passing hand to hand, garage to garage — that's not just wolves finding safety. That's a story other people are going to hear too. Alphas. The kind who don't like hearing that a pack answering to nobody is growing two states from their own territory." I think of Daniel, twenty feet from the bay door, saying strength, the kind that doesn't announce itself, and I understand, standing here now, that whatever he carried back to Marcus wasn't the end of anything. It was the start of somebody, somewhere, deciding what to do about us. "How many more do you think are coming," I ask.

The metal roof of the SUV buckled as massive, razor-sharp claws ripped straight through the armored ceiling. A rogue wolf—a massive, mangled beta with matted fur and foaming jaws—thrust its head through the torn metal, its yellow eyes locking instantly onto me. It smelled my un-shifted Riverstone blood. It knew exactly what I was. "A Riverstone breeder," the rogue snarled, its voice a sickening, wet growl as it bared its fangs. "The Blackthorn lineage ends tonight." The beast lunged, its claws aiming straight for my throat to tear out my windpipe and kill the Blackthorn lineage.

'Shit! She continued to make that climb with a kid on her back.' There were more than twenty Rouges, Ryan's pack jumped into the fight. Most of them tried to make way to the cliff to pull the Rouges that were chasing after the girl. They had to make the fight in the human form as it was difficult to climb across the rocky surface in their wolf form. Ryan smashed his way through the Rogues, His presence seemed to attract their attention as most of the rogues gave up climbing, and charged straight to attack him.