Rogue Lineage Spells Novels & Stories

It was not of a normal Kylin, but an aura from the ancestral Kylin. The next second... “Great Mirror Spell!” One Kylin was insufficient. He manifested mirror images of a dozen Kylins. They rushed toward the black-clothed guards. Roar! “Great Flame Spell!”

“If they are involved, then this just got extremely dangerous. That is probably why Sarah’s spell around the pack lands wasn’t quite as effective. It wasn’t powerful enough to immediately overcome the spell put on the rogue.” “They have assumed that you have some sort of spell or enchantment around the territory. They haven’t figured out who has done it or how powerful it is, so they just keep using the same spell on us to mask our scent. They don’t give a fuck about us. They don’t care if we come back or not. They just keep sending in more and hope that they will eventually get some information.” The rogue appeared tired, and I did not doubt that the injuries he had suffered were taking the

I rolled under a decent sized dusty brown wolf while slitting its underside open & slashed the throat of a grey one that attempted to tackle me before turning & shoving one of my daggers through a dark brown one's skull. I kicked the wolf backwards as I pulled my dagger out of its skull, only to watch another that had attempted to sneak up behind me get blasted backwards by a streak of deep magenta light. I turned to see Andre blasting off spells at the rogues, while simultaneously blocking spells being sent at the pack wolves from where the witches were hiding in the treeline. They were attempting to fire off spells at Andre & me as well, but their spells were just ricocheting off of us. I

It summons a storm and strikes enemies down with lightning. The rogues pause and look up at the storm brewing above them. Then, one by one, lightning strikes them down. She-wolves scream and scatter. Moss and the others look on with horror. ‘May!’ Nina screams. The rogues spread out to avoid the storm and run towards May. ‘Oh no, M-Magnus, what was the flame spell?’ ‘Inferno Flamo.’ I yell. ‘Inferno Flamo.’ She repeats loudly. A ball of flame appears. May aims and flings it towards a rogue, then another ball of flame appears. She knocks down as many as she can as they run towards the creek to put the flames out.

Aaron said to me before he continued to explain the rest of the "It’s like you have your wolf in your head; similarly, we have our powers. We can’t have a conversation with them, but the words that we string into a spell are us communicating with them, pointing them in the right direction. It is what tells our powers whom to target, and how. Just like last night, I read a spell that was intended to leave only the rouges incapacitated, but it ended up impacting your pack members too. It backfired a little bit." I had no idea what he meant by rogues." From what I understood, they seemed to be a different type of werewolf. I made a mental note to ask about this rogue bit again.

he paused for some seconds, his eyes traveling down to the table, "... that fact that the spells the rogues used and the smoke they left behind stands out to you that it seems so much similar to mine, it... it is troubling, to say the least." Azreon was right. I recalled seeing the healers in my pack perform magic that were similar to the other in spells but each healer had different attributes to theirs. It wasn't something... physical. It was more the aura they exuded that I noticed than just the spells. That was probably the same thing that happened with the rogues. But if Azreon was right, didn't that mean that the spells belonged to him? Was he... connected to those rogues?

The rogue lunged, eyes wild with malice, its snarl a wicked symphony of intent. With a deep breath, I summoned my light—a radiant energy that pulsed and shimmered between worlds. It flowed through me, a cleansing tide that spoke of purity and hope. My hands glowed, bathing the rogue in a brilliance that pierced its darkness, dissolving it into wisps of nothingness. This battle—the fight for our survival—transcended mortal combat. It was a clash of forces far older, rooted in an eternal struggle. Another rogue charged, but this time, I stood unfazed. My movements wove effortlessly between might and magic, guided by an instinct born of lifetimes battles. Each step resonated with power, each th

Garrett and Lyra flanked him, their warriors spreading out to maximise impact. But I had something better. Power erupted from my core, silver flames washing over the battlefield. But these flames did not burn randomly. They were precise, controlled, seeking out only those marked as enemies by the pack bonds. Rogues screamed as my magic found them, not killing but disabling. Stripping away their will to fight, their compulsion to attack, leaving them confused and terrified. The assault broke. Rogues scattered, running for the treeline, abandoning their siege. We let them go.

"I know. But we need the enhancement. Help me." I channel his essence. Push it through the pack bond. Immediately, my friends grow stronger. Faster. More coordinated. Aria moves like lightning. Her strikes devastating. Sienna's spells amplify. Powerful enough to take down two rogues at once. Lyric's disruptors become more effective. Completely shutting down the rogues' magical communication. Nova's shields become impenetrable. Protecting us all. Together, we're unstoppable. The rogues realize it. They're losing.

“Although hopefully, the next time you are born, I won’t need to give you these.” Glowing before her are several bright jewels that float between us, each one born from the depths of her heart. “What are they?” “Our memories of the First Witch Wolf War and the day we ended it with our mate by our side. We need to do it again, Apple. The rogues are suffering from the same twisted enchantment from almost a millennia ago. The human’s plan to destroy us all must be stopped. We can stop it using the same spell that worked then.” “But how can I?” I argue. “I can’t even cast an intentional spell to defend myself. How am I supposed to cure all the rogues using some ancient spell?”