Rogue Trader Blood Ties Novels & Stories

Rubex replies and continues further," During my work time in Alpha's raiding force, I had always heard NOX from Michael, Logan and even Alpha. They were always mentioning about NOX and were finding clues to reach NOX.`` " So you're saying, all illegal businesses like human trafficking, blood trading and others were conducted by NOX group?" " Yes," Rubex says. I thought for a second. If everything was under NOX's control then the managers involved in the blood trading business were in touch with NOX. Which means the profits earned by selling my blood were directly going into NOX's pocket and those managers were middle men in this whole process. Wait up, I think I'm missing something here. Was

They had families they were catering for, I had trained with those men, I knew them, I trusted them. “How?” I asked, almost whispering. “Who did this?” Jon looked down. “I don’t know for sure. But… I found marks. Claw marks, bites, some of the blood is black.” My eyes snapped up to meet his, black blood, that meant one thing. Rogues. And without Being told, I already Know that these were not just any rogues, these were the ones with the lost bloodline in them, the cursed ones, the same rogues the shaman talked about. Smae rogues we caught one of them.

Amigo said a bit calmly. "So?" Alexandra said nonchalantly. " So please keep it a secret. I have met all of your requirements already. What more do you seek?" Amigo said with pleading eyes. "Your brother's blood" she suddenly replied, her tongue sliding out of her mouth as though she were a serpent. "He is the next alpha, you can't have his blood. A rogue cannot lead a pack. You're rogue already, having his blood would make him go rogue too" Amigo explained.

Yet here I was. Hunted from every side, pushed into a darkness that I didn’t know I could survive. The forest blurred as I pushed harder, ignoring the sharp protest in my legs. Behind me, somewhere beyond the dark, there were always footsteps. If not wolves sent by the Council, then rogues eager to cash in on my name. An Alpha-born rogue was worth more alive than dead, at least to the right people. My own blood had decided that much. The bond hit without warning. It slammed into my spine, white-hot and violent, stealing the breath from my lungs. I staggered, catching myself against a tree as my vision swam.

"What leverage does a runaway scout have against the Prosperity Consortium? You think because you’ve been warming the bed of a West Coast CEO, you have teeth? You carry my blood, Mars. I could reclaim it anytime I wish." I would rather have been sired by a rogue or a scavenger than him. Now that my mother was gone, he was already circling like a vulture, ready to legitimize his ties to Brooke and the mistress he’d kept in the shadows for decades. He even had the gall to call and gloat while the dirt was still fresh.

"How? Where? When? What did I take from you?" The rogue’s eyes blazed with hatred. "You heard me. You took everything! You and your cursed bloodline. You think you’re any better than your father?" My blood turned cold. "What do you know about my father?" The rogue laughed, a broken, ugly sound. "I was there when he came. When he burned my pack to the ground. When he killed my family. And now you’ve done the same." Rage coiled tight in my chest. "I haven’t…"

“V, you have no bargaining chips. You are stuck here no matter what. Take the deal while you can.” “But in that time, I’ll just have you killed.” “You know if I die, you die right?” “What?” I blanked. “The blood-tie. We are connected. If you die, I die. And if I die, then you die.” “You’re lying.” I gasped. Cassar smirked shaking his head. “A blood-tie connects us. It was originally used for partners in war times. Keeping creatures in sink. They are forced to protect each other. If they didn’t, they would both die.”

"For a man whose birds were just threatening to burn my world down." Rogue picked up his own glass, swirling the scotch thoughtfully. He didn’t sit either. We stood facing each other across the desk, two predators in a temporary truce. "Silas is… zealous," he said, his voice devoid of apology this time, simply stating a fact. "He sees threats everywhere. Especially old symbols linked to dead powers. He forgets that symbols are just that – symbols. It’s the blood behind them that matters." His pale blue eyes locked onto mine, drilling deep. "The blood that flows in your veins, Ace Reynolds." The words landed with a soft thud. Cryptic again. Playing games. "My blood is the same color as yours,

He told me about the two brothers that came from the human world, those two bastards entered into Rogue territory and promised the Rogue’s, sanctuary and wealth in exchange for their help to get revenge on Blood moon pack… The Rogue told me that the brothers were werewolves, and they both had Alpha blood. Those two bastards killed my wife and they also wanted my company. I didn’t spare the Rouge’s life, i ripped his heart out of his chest. And since that day, I’ve been looking for the two brothers.

“Not after what you just did.” Her voice trembled. “I shot my own cousin, Damian. My blood—” “And he would’ve killed me. He would’ve killed you to cover his treachery.” His voice cut through her spiraling thoughts. “Don’t twist this into guilt, Adriana. Don’t you dare. That blood was survival, not betrayal.” But the weight in her chest didn’t ease. “I can still feel it on my hands.” “Good.” His tone was merciless. “Remember it. Because that feeling means you’ll never hesitate again when someone tries to put a bullet in me—or in you. That blood ties you to me now, more than your family ever did.”