Rogue Trader Blood Ties Novels & Stories

I could not tell but I knew that if I denied him once more, he might break. But saying yes to him meant that Damon was going to die… it would have been different if the stakes were not so high. “Fuck!” Claude said in annoyance, he got up, strutted over to me and took the needle and syringe out of my hand. He withdrew Stephan’s blood and shoved the needle back to me, “Take it, go run your damn test. When the results come back false as I know they would, you would regret picking that thug over your alpha.”

“You think threatening blood earns trust?” “I think honesty does.” She held his gaze. “I know about Corsair. I know about the banker. And I know about the contract you signed with the Arbiters three weeks ago—trading intelligence for protection.” He stared at her, then whispered, “You don’t have the proof.” “Yet.” A long silence. Then, quietly, he said, “You’re a dangerous woman, Liora Sable.” “I learned from the best.” “From Kole.” Her breath caught. “From what he built. And from what I had to rebuild after it broke.”

With lightning reflexes, Jake swung the suitcase at the scar-faced rogue. Bloodthirsty, four werewolves clamped down on Jake’s limbs. The last werewolf leaped straight for me. I was quick to dodge, but the werewolf’s claws tore through my collar and left a blood trail along my neck. As my heart raced, I felt a wolf reaching out to me. It was unlikely, though. During my moment of distraction, the rogue got right in my face again. I had to fight him with everything I had. Meanwhile, Jake was pinned down by four werewolves. As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping.

The rogue didn’t speak again, but his presence was a constant weight on my chest. I could feel the bond at my neck pulsing, responding to the shift in the atmosphere. The rogue’s words rang in my mind: The bond is a weapon. The realization hit me like a wave. I had always thought of the bond as a curse, something that connected me to Kael, something that had been forced on me. But now, it was clear. The bond wasn’t just a connection to him. It was a source of power, one that could shape my destiny.

I looked at Toby, whose face had gone deathly pale. “Another brother?” I whispered, the word tasting like copper. “Another ghost?” “Not a ghost,” Arthur said. “He’s thirty-two. He’s a high-frequency trader in London. And he’s on his way here. He says he has the DNA results. He says he has the letters.”

"But I need to know—can you deliver on your end of the bargain? Can you provide the bloodline needed for the ritual? Because if this is a trick, if you're here to sabotage us, I will make sure you regret it." Ravena's smile widened, revealing sharp canines. "I carry the blood of the Rogue Ascendancy in my veins. My ancestors were the first rogues, the ones who refused to bow to the Ancient Dynasty. My blood is pure, untainted by the politics and corruption that destroyed the old world. It will anchor the ritual. It will save your life."

But the rogue kept talking, his gaze locked onto me like I was a prize he had waited years to claim. “You’re not human,” he said. “Not fully. Wolves can smell it. It’s faint, but it’s there. Something rare. Something old.” My stomach twisted. “You’re lying.” “I’m not,” he said simply. “Your blood is valuable. Powerful. Enough to change everything.” Justin snapped. His body shook with fury. “I said shut up!” He shoved me back gently behind him, just as the rogue shifted his weight like he was preparing to attack. The air grew heavier.

The emergency cell phone is used for my Mafia dirty jobs, I try my best to keep my personal contact out of business as my rivals can easily track my movement via my phone or my contact. I took the phone as I exhaled, Mr Andrew is the last person anyone would want to have a business with but unfortunately, he is my father's friend. The former Alpha of Blood Moon Pack, and now, his prodigal rogue son has taken over. Blood Moon Pack is a pack with a high population of rogues, they are known for having little or no peace. The last time my men went to guide his son in a party he hosted, a very large amount of rogues attacked everyone and my men came back looking almost dead after a hard but succe

His memories came to him in flashes, he shut his eyes and sucked in a breath as the flash images flooded his mind, leaving a banging headache. “Are you okay?” Ryder asked. “He nodded, “Yes, I’m fine.” “It’s the rogue blood that has completely taken over you and made you lose your memories,” Ryder explained, “It’s the reason why you tore those men apart and you don’t remember any of it. That’s what the rogue blood does, it strips you of your humanity, everything that makes you human, your memories, your past life, your kindness and it leaves you an empty husk and you go and kill mindlessly, and each time you lose a bit of yourself...”

She sat stiffly, her wide eyes focused on the spinning bottle as if expecting that it was going to land on her and explode. Beside her, the freakishly enthusiastic redhead, Celeste Bloodmoon, clapped and cheered, her voice shrill with excitement. My jaw clenched as my eyes flicked to her twin brother, Ronan Bloodmoon. Children of Alpha Hayes Bloodmoon. Turned rogues after a failed coup to overthrow their father. Young, reckless, and filled with unchecked power, they were the kind of wolves you couldn’t trust. The kind who smiled while sharpening a blade behind their backs.