Rogue Lineage Races Novels & Stories

We already have an idea, though we had no idea what the word meant, we could still tell it was related to the mysterious rogues who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Those rogues, the shaman had made it clear that they were of the lost bloodline and that they seek revenge, this was due to Ezekiel’s ancestors wiping them out at the early days. However, there was something I still couldn't understand, which is how they had resurfaced. It still baffles me. There was something else the shaman had said which somehow struck my attention. She had said that the rogues who have this lost bloodline running in their veins, have mysterious powers, abilities which normal wolves don't.

Kael grabbed the rogue by the throat and slammed him against the wall hard enough to crack stone. “Who sent you?” The rogue only smiled, blood dribbling down his chin. “You’re already too late.” Kael slammed him again. “Answer me.” The rogue’s eyes slid past Kael, locking onto Lyra. His smile widened, feverish, almost worshipful. “There she is.” Fear twisted in Lyra’s stomach, cold and sharp. The rogue’s voice dropped to a whisper. “The lost bloodline.” Kael’s grip tightened until the rogue choked. “What does that mean?”

“Whatever happened with that rogue problem in Nevada?” “That was fun; we eradicated about 300 rogues who were spread all over. There’s this thing going around. Rogues are starting to band together, trying to oust Alphas. I’m sure that wasn’t the last we will hear of this happening,” he said to me. “The Council will be busy,” I said to him. “I hope they don’t get too brave and try to take on a king,” he said to me, his smile a little mischievous.

Their child, born into a world free from the rogue threat, would grow up knowing the sacrifices made by their parents and the importance of unity and strength. troubling reports of increased rogue activity near our borders. They have grown bolder and more aggressive, posing a threat not only to our packs but to the entire region." A hushed murmur spread through the room, as the gravity of the situation sank in. Rogue werewolves were individuals who had either been banished or had chosen to live outside the structured hierarchy of packs. They were known for their lawlessness and unpredictability, often causing harm to innocent humans and supernatural beings alike.

"In that case, they are not enemies and they are not allies?" "Exactly!" They started walking until they reached the hill that he talked about earlier. "The Zirconia is in the highlands, so in this part when you peek below you can see the whole city." "I really don't get rogues, there's no unity." She laughed. "Rogues are between good and evil. But some are made to be evil and some are good but they need to do bad for a living, to survive. We will never be united as long as we do not have the same desire. Half of rogue's population declared blood war, and the other half wanted peace and to live their lives the way they should be but still thirsted for drops of blood. I guess, in our world --

Down below, chaos reigned—warriors fought in tight, desperate formations as rogues lunged at them from all sides. Steel clashed, teeth tore, and the scent of blood was thick even from where we stood. It was easy to tell the rogues from the Lycans, because they were so different in behaviour than normal werewolves. Their movements were incredibly wild and jagged, and they seemed to lack tactical thinking, simply lunging and biting like mindless beasts. These were rogues that had been exiled from packs for a very long time, and had likely lost every trace of humanity. The Lycan warriors seemed to be in control, as they were able to take down the rogues as they approached, but the rogues kept c

I just hope his lineage is what he takes well. ‘And then you had to go and open your big mouth, Elaina.’ Athena snarks. 'ALPHA, OUR BORDERS ARE SURROUNDED BY ROGUES. THEY ARE SNARLING AND SEEM TO BE FERAL. IT FEELS LIKE THEY KNOW THERE IS BOOBY TRAPS FOR ANYONE WHO IS TRYING TO HARM THE PACK SO THEY HAVEN'T ATTACKED..' A warrior came through the mindlink to tell me. I think he told Colby too or another warrior did because Colby subtly told Dane and a few others the same thing.

It may seem harsh but given all the changes I have implemented to make the pack a better pack with which people wanted to ally themselves, forcing people into the life of a rogue was a small price to pay. Being a neighbouring pack with Moon Shadow held its advantages too. I had made sure they were the first alliance I secured given that Darkness and Moon Shadow had been enemies for longer than anyone cared to remember. Though since Jayson still hasn't returned from wherever it is he has disappeared to, it was a friendship which was really beginning to struggle now.

Prologue Once upon a time in the dense woods of northern Americas was a fortress unseen by any human eyes. There stood a group of Rogues that stood up and chose to do right by the world and train the wolves of the world in everything important from understanding humans and other races. To learn basic combat strategies. They even helped solidify unity amongst the packs. With over 50 packs spreading around 10 states it was an important job to keep everyone in peace and harmony.

After all the Rogues still had his brother's precious children, they didn't want those brats getting hurt, even though Zayn could hardly give one shit about them. They soon arrived in front of an opening, they could see small houses ahead which confirmed that they had arrived in the Rogue pack. The Rogues might be as powerful as the Lycans, but they could never compare in terms of wealth and political power. But unlike the Lycans whose blood only flowed from direct descendants, for example, the royal family was the only Lycans left, the Rogues could inherit each other's powers, and they didn't have to be related to doing so. That was why there was an entire village of them.