Rogue Trader Blood Ties Novels & Stories

However it was just then that the door closed with a loud bang. “I told you, you shouldn't be here…” she sobbed, trembling. I on the other hand kept loosing the rope, if shits go down I can still defend us, that's if she could stand up on her own without having to carry her. My hands soon froze when I felt the tremendous Aura of rogues… What's more, they aren't werewolves, but Lycan! And they're six! or more! Erica immediately curled Into to a ball as if seeing a nightmare as she cried, “please don't kill us… please… please.”

“You will do what is needed.” He did not lower his head this time. “Is this for Amelia, or is this for Rue?” I did not answer, and Dr. Virel’s expression changed. “So it is for Rue,” he said. “My blood pact was bound to Rue long before this,” I said. “Her family protected mine during the old war. I owe that blood debt. Amelia is Cole’s mate, and Cole is Rue’s brother. If my blood can repay even part of that oath, then I will give it.”

"Thought you could tug at my heartstrings with that sob story on the stream? Get real, you just make me sick! You think we can't make it without you? Well, guess what, Lynch Group from the capital is about to back us, and I'm about to be Saffron City's top tycoon!" "You came here just to rub it in my face?" I asked. "Ha! You're not as dumb as I thought. At least you're not totally off your rocker!" They laughed while trashing my place, even swiping the last bit of food from my kitchen. "Why aren't you dead yet? Every day you're breathing, the air feels tainted!" "No, please no! That's my dinner!" My cries grew more desperate, but they only fueled the excitement of the mother-son duo.

I say. "The bloodline isn't as extinct as everyone believes," he says. "Blood River has records going back further than Silver Crest's archive. There are surviving Silverborne descendants. Distant, Diluted." He meets my eyes. "But enough." "Enough to perform a modified anchor." "With the right preparation. Yes." I look at him. The shape of the offer is clean. Almost too clean. No bond sacrifice. No death. No standing at a threshold waiting for something ancient and hungry to take the most important thing in my life, Just a third option that nobody mentioned until now, which is exactly why I don't trust it. "What do you want?" I say.

“Why am I here, really? What exactly does my father owe you?” Leonardo’s lips curved faintly, but there was no humor in his eyes. “Your father borrowed protection. He borrowed money. But most of all, he borrowed time. Debts pile up, Isabella. And eventually, someone has to pay.” “Why me?” I demanded, surprising even myself. My fingers gripped the edge of the table. “You could have taken money, property….anything. Why… why did you choose me?” He leaned back in his chair, watching me like I was daring him. “Your father has no money he went bankrupt and because unlike money, you don’t lose value. You are leverage. You are loyalty. And”….his voice lowered slightly, deliberate…..“you’re mine now.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Dominic growled. The documents in front of him told the same story Faro just did, but he didn’t want to believe it. He was pissed that Eris kept his problems to himself. Dominic would have helped him, he’d always help all of them, blood was blood and they were bound by it. They all had the middle name ‘Rose’ for a reason. It was their mother’s maiden name and for them it was as strong as the blood that made them family.

I knew for a fact that there is no way one would stay loyal to one's master until death unless there was something else involved. I couldn't help but wonder if there is a blood covenant between the both of them, but I knew that there is no such thing since the person is an ordinary rogue. I knew that the person who sent them must have promised him something for him to stay loyal up until now. I stared at the face of the rogue, whose face was filled with blood.

I read until my eyes ached. There was a clear pattern. Every Alpha had chosen a beta from their own bloodline - a brother, a sister, a cousin. If they had no family, they had no beta at all. No Alpha had ever taken a rogue hunter as a beta. Rogue hunters only appeared during Derrick’s reign. Derrick was the first to choose one, Jax, and he did so only in the last three years of his rule. Then Dean followed suit, keeping the same rogue hunter as his beta.

"I used Silas’s personal credit card. I figured it was only fair. He owes me a million dollars, plus interest." As they walked toward the black ship, the air in Valletta seemed to vibrate with a new energy. The "Billionaire’s Blood Proxy" was over. The Architect’s War had begun.

A syringe, filled with murky liquid. "She became obsessed with strength. With ensuring our line could never be threatened again. She bred us for power, Alaric. Selected our mates based on bloodlines, not bonds. My siblings and I are the result — strong, yes. Powerful. But broken in ways that don't show on the surface." She walked back toward me, the syringe glinting in the light.