Novel & Cerita Rogue Lineage Races

PROLOGUE The Lycan king's secret kingdom consisted of three main packs. The Shadow Pack: crafters of weapons, strongest of alphas. The Crimson Moon Pack: known for their omega healers and every form of dark sorcery. And the Red Fang Pack: merchants and travellers. Every wolf knew the basics. And there was an immortal Lycan king that wielded a scythe, working in the shadows, making sure the packs coexisted and keeping the wolves from enemies.

“There are other rogues too, outside, in the world. Most wolves in the outside world become rogues because they disobeyed the Goddess or because their animal instincts are just too strong. And there we have female rogues as well.” “So, what you’re trying to tell me is that the rogue pack outside Lindersay, that Clay is now the Alpha of, are all the people that the Lunar Maidens had dared to love by rejecting the mating bond?” It took some time to settle in. “Then why aren’t the other Maidens with them? Why aren’t they going back to normal?”

(ARES) "You go with Raven and Kai. We will deal with this," I said to Zien, and he nodded as the three of them walked away as the rest of us turned towards the mottling, ugly piece of shit. Bloodmongrels were the worst of the rogue shifters, banished away from the pack for their horrendous crimes, and as time passed, some of the rogues would lose their humanity and go fully wild, never shifting back into their humans again.

“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..”

“An army of wolves capable of wielding Moonblood abilities without needing Moonblood lineage that he could control. Most of the offsprings died either during birth or during experimentation because they had yet to figure out a way to subdue the divine magic of the Moonblooded enough to be controlled by dark corrupted magic.” Lila's fingers trembled slightly, she looked at me like she didn’t recognize me anymore. And maybe she didn’t. Maybe this version of me—the one who knew all of this and still stood beneath the Nightbane name—was impossible to separate from the monster who created it. “The ones who did survive…” I exhaled slowly. “They came at cost of so many others that died and were kep

The fact that he has different kinds of Rogues, ranging from the fragile ones that everyone grew to fear from the war two years ago to the ones that are now made from the actual people, is sickening. What's more sickening is the fact that he discards different models when they're no longer useful to them. Still holding me by the neck, he motions to his creations. "They're perfect, aren't they? They're just like the ones who used to roam the earth before the old Alpha King Lysander decided that we're pests and had us all killed. Well, not all. My father did survive." My eyes go wide. "Your father is a Rogue...."

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.

“ So, got a boyfriend? “ Roy winked at me, making me chuckle. “ Something I should know ? “ Daxtor leaned forward, elbows resting on the table with hands intertwined and stared at me like an overprotective brother he was. “ No. Not yet. “I laughed a little and answered him, feeling myself relax for the first time since I came downstairs. It felt nice talking to him. Normal. But I could still feel Cassian’s eyes on me the whole time. Blazing. Angry. Like my mere presence was ruining his morning. I tried to focus on Lawrence. He was still so handsome and I took a bite of my pancake but then I started catching pieces of another conversation happening at the other end of the table. “…pack patrol

“There she is.” Rage surged through my veins instantly. They were here for her. “Ashmoon,” the rogue growled. Ava stepped forward.and my wolf roared in protest. “What do you want?” she asked calmly. The rogues began circling again slowly and predatory. “Curiosity.” Lightning split the sky again. The second rogue spoke this time. “They say the Ashmoon bloodline came back.” The third snarled. “We came to see if it bleeds.”