Rogue Lineage Races Novels & Stories

According to the big roc, this formula was probably sealed by someone of the holy tier, or the requirements for opening it would not be so harsh. However, Philip was still a little curious and asked, “Big Roc, I’m of a human bloodline. Can my bloodline continue to improve? I thought humans have no bloodline.” In fact, Philip knew what his bloodline was, the Divine Wilderness Physique! He asked this question to find out some secrets from the big roc. The big roc shook its head and said gravely, “You’re wrong about that. The human race has a bloodline, and it’s far stronger than that of the monster beasts!

Her voice was soft but louder than before. “You’re welcome, my love.” I knelt next to the tub, “I know you have a lot of questions. To tell you the truth, I don’t know where to begin.” Taking a deep sigh, “I am a wolf shifter. We typically live in packs like Derrick’s. He is an alpha or leader. My father was one; he was betrayed by his second in command, his brother. He poisoned then challenged my father, knowing my father was weak to defend himself. That lead to his death. My mother was seven months pregnant with me at the time and was exiled out of the pack. Because of that, I don’t have a pack. Since I was raised outside of a pack and don’t have any real territory, I am less aggressive th

Those were the striking similarities between the Rogues belonging to the Werewolf Race and the Lycan Race. There's one crucial distinct feature that only Lycan Rogues possess and not the Werewolf Rogues and that is called the ability to transition. The Lycan Rogues have this ability to transition themselves into a normal Lycan, the one who doesn't behave crazily, the one who wears proper clothes and have proper manners and habits. Since the Lycans are superior to the Werewolves, they can even transition into a Werewolf if they desire to do so. It's all possible because of their mindset. Somewhere deep down, every Lycan Rogue still has a part of or a particle of sane mindset that helps them b

Rogues are werewolves that were cast out of their own clan and tribes, but the freedom of the current Selestine, and the looser rules of the clans and small tribes allowed these rogues to leave intact without their soul injured due to being forcibly ejected from the soul-link that covers the entire clan and tribe. Soul-link allows each clan to vaguely feel the existence of their clansmen, and it serves as some kind of message that notifies them of a clan member’s current plight or death. Forcibly ejecting a clan member from the entire soul-link of the clan will damage their soul and will make them aggressive that will sooner or later border into madness.

“Rogue werewolves…” I think my face paled a little as I remember some of the information that we had looked over in the files I retrieved from the S.D.E server. It had explained that there were two types to each species, the normals and the rogues. The normals were less of a threat as the rogues were more on the wild and feral side and only lived to fulfil their more primal instincts. I am brought out of my head as his head snaps to the side. He then hisses again as he adds,

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?"

"I don't understand what you're suggesting…" "I'm suggesting," Marcus interrupted, his tone hardening, "that there's something about your bloodline you're not telling us. Something about what you are that doesn't add up." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. "That rogue, during the engagement… it hesitated when it saw you. Rogues don't have intelligence, unless they are being controled…" Ice flooded my veins,his meaning clear as day. "I... there were many rogues. It was chaos…"

Kenzo’s pack had arrived. Victoria had never known them, had only pieced together what of them she could, fragments of stories that came in whispered tones of the wolves who claimed no territory, would not obey any alpha but their own, who had been cast out from their birthing packs and survived by being something different altogether. They were ghosts. Shadows. Beasts they had created through betrayal, turned in to something that the rest of the world did not to name. And now they were here. For him.

“You allowed so many to treat you so badly?” How can he so easily have given up his right to a title? His heritage? I know their pack was small, but they were hoping one day to go back, surely?... “We will always be rogues in people’s minds.” Aiden says. “But you are an Alpha.” Cayden says, his voice showing his shock. Aiden sighs once more. “Yes, I am an Alpha. Is that worth anything anymore? What would I be considered, a rogue Alpha?”