Rogue Trader Blood Ties Novels & Stories

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.

We walked until dawn began to paint the sky gray. Then I stopped. Sera turned. "What is it?" I looked down at my hands. The silver fire flickered, but that wasn't what caught my attention. It was my veins. They were pulsing—not just with silver, but with something else. Something darker. Rogue blood. Pack blood. Both. "I carry his blood," I whispered. "Whose?" "The Rogue King's." I looked up at Sera. "And my mother's. The wolf who chose death over watching him fall."

Once Abused. Now loved. Chapter 48. Rogue. I had no reason to go cover-up. My blood could resist the venom in the rogue blood and that keeps me at an advantage above others. That's also the reason the rogues would slit my throat in a heartbeat if they could.

“Alex, do you trust me?” “Yes. And I trust you. You’re like a brother to me. Do you want us to mix our blood?” I embraced him. He was a true friend. Did I want that? Of course, I did. Blood magic was as ancient as necromancy and just as powerful. If Tom became my blood brother, he could never lie to me, betray me, or stab me in the back. And I... I was stronger, and I would become his sovereign. That’s how a blood link worked. How life did.

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?”

It made me so cold. “We would have to apply this to the injury.” The head healer said. “It would numb the pain until the antidote is gotten.” One of the guards rushed in. “We have caught the rogue.” He said panting heavily. “Our arrows struck him. “That’s good.” Uncle Marcel said. “ I heard rogue blood can cure this.” He said turning to the healer. But before the healer could say anything, the guard interrupted, his eyes wide with fear. “This is no ordinary wolf, he is old and limping.” He said. “And he had a disgusting smell. But that's not all. His blood is dark brown and not red, it killed one of my men instantly when it touched him.”

Was that why he was trying to bind me to some stupid rules? A scoff left my mouth and I stamped on the paper. I raised a hand, placing a hand on my chest. “I, Thorne Frost, the Rogue King of the Duskmere, hereby pledge my loyalty to this bond” “Good, by the time you get outside, you will find your daughters by the car,”

I lied to him and he knew I lied to him, so I can only blame myself for that one. "Well. Would you look at that. We finally found a weakness in the blood thirsty rogue."

Luther tries to keep me focused on him, but it’s hard whenever Adam and Blade look at me as if I’m a science experiment. Adam walks back to his desk rubbing his head as if he has a headache. I ask Luther, “Who are you guys? Like what clan or house do you belong to? Sorry, I’m still trying to understand the vampire lingo.” The corner of Luther’s mouth twitches up and he answers, “We’re the Ambrose brothers. So, a part of the Ambrose line.” I nod my head as if I knew what that meant, but honestly, I don’t know much about vampires. Most human societies don’t and my mom tried to keep me from doing research. It’s a miracle that I even knew Arthur Locke’s name.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.