Rogue Trader Blood Ties Novels & Stories

It was the same nightmare, coming at her everyday, repeating itself, torturing her to an unbearable degree. Luciana looked around their house which have been decorated for her parents wedding anniversary, and she turned worried. She called her parents attention. "Mama, papa, do you think we should be celebrating when we still owe lord Kruger?" Lord Kruger was a vampire lord. Her father used to work for him. An incident happened which unfortunately made him to lose a huge sum of money, and he asked all his workers to pay him. It was not the worker's fault, but they couldn't go against the Lord, especially the humans.

Who I could not control. Who fell for the one thing he never should have touched. A Moretti. I’d seen it happening. I heard the reports. The closeness. The way Luca softened for him. Protected him. And now... It could split everything apart. Rossi don and former don. Blood against blood. Father against son. And when the Moretti returned—for they would, oh they would—what chance would we have, broken and divided? None. I gripped the glass tighter. It had been a miracle the first time. A perfect attack and luck that let us tear their empire down.

“Two hundred million doesn’t just vanish without questions. My hands shook when I took out my phone, opening the banking app I had been obsessively checking for weeks. But there were the transactions — the enormous sums coursing through shell companies I had never seen before. I’d already confronted David about it yesterday, and he’d kissed my forehead, brought up how paranoid I was. *Just some bookkeeping errors, darling. I will have it by morning. * “It’s not about the money.” Sophie's voice dropped lower. "It's the bloodline. The Weber legacy endangers everything we've created, as long as she lives. Or have you forgotten what became of the last pack that allowed a Weber to live?”

He’d been so gentle and loving towards me at the hospital, that I’d almost forgotten who he was. But he was Rain Blood! Rogue alpha of the most dangerous and notorious pack of rogues that had ever been – Gods of War! He didn’t show mercy. He didn’t even show emotions. He didn’t even have a heart… So if this was the punishment he saw fit for someone disobeying him, who were I to oppose him? Hell, some might call it karma. He did this because they’d hurt me first. Tortured me and humiliated me. Some might even say he did it for me and I should feel flattered…

“You said two other crime families. Who are they?” “There are three heirs that live under the radar but will be very powerful one day. Saint Vittori is the most prominent one. Niko Volkov has Russian ties and Elian Makolli has Albanian ties. Many years ago, the three families made an alliance through marriage. In Italy over fifty prominent people were killed. The only people to walk away from that bloody war were those three families. They ousted the Russian Bratva, the Albanian mafia, and the Italian mafia, to whom they all had certain ties. A leopard doesn’t change its spots, Demetria, they are still very dangerous people.” “Then why did Dean Huntley allow them in here?”

Valentina smiled faintly, like a woman recalling a private joke. As the discussion continued, Valentina dropped more of her subtle daggers, hidden beneath financial jargon. “You must always remember who helped you rise when the world abandoned you,” she said when discussing market collapses. Later: “Trust is a fragile thing. One can never be certain who will be at your bedside… and who will walk away.”

I asked, my voice trembling. "It means the moon was waiting for us," Lucian said. He looked at his own hand. The scar was there, identical to mine. "It means we aren't lying anymore, Azzianna. You are mine. And I am yours. Not because of a contract, but because of the blood." The silence in the room was heavy. We stared at each other, the reality of what we had done sinking in. I was no longer a Thorne by marriage. I was something else. I was a Silver-Bane who had chosen a Rogue.

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

Her fingers systematically cleansed the crimson stains from her silver dagger before sliding the weapon back into the sheath secured along her spine. After processing the parameters for a brief silence, her jaw loosened. ‘The blood-enforcers of the Romanov syndicate. My vision isolated the identity of the vanguard leader just now. Our paths crossed during a past border extraction contract. The Romanov line commands a massive network of illicit territory trades, swinging heavy execution power across both the southern capital and this Barnes Citadel grid. During a past cycle, my claws severely disrupted their profit line. Their beasts are tracking my scent to enact blood vengeance.’

Elaine, an Omega,had spent all her life being prepared for a prestigious mate by her family. To them nothing was more important than an elite match for their last daughter but things would change when the Rogue Alpha Maxwell, a banished heir of the royal family storms in and claims her against her will. What begins with rivalry turns into unwavering passion and desire for each other. Eventually pregnant with Alpha Maxwell's forbidden heir, Elaine carries a child prophesied to be the destroyer of the current monarchy and one who will either unite or destroy the packs forever.She would live her life protecting her pup while fighting beside her ferocious Alpha.