Shinobi Rogue Lineage Novels & Stories

"Then we fight." He looked at me. "Not you. Me." "No." "I am nothing. Or I was. The fragment is nothing. I can touch it without being consumed." "And if you are consumed?" "Then I return to what I was." I grabbed his arm. "You are not nothing. You have never been nothing. You are Nox. You are a wolf who chose to become something." He met my eyes. "That is why I am the only one who can do this." ---

That means I am now hated not just by my pack but by everyone and every Pack. No one sees a rogue and shelters them or becomes close to them. Rogues are enemies to all and hated by all. They can be killed by other werewolves as meat and no one would say a word. That's why I have become a newly transformed rogue with a weak wolf who would not be able to do a thing if we get attacked by one pack or my rogue also. But it was better to die outside the pack than to die in the hands of my own pack, staring into the eyes of the ones I call family. I would rather die out here

Gross, this guy just does not give up. Spinning on my toes, I turn and look the rogue in the eyes. Anger is coursing through me at this point, and I am sure that my eyes are glowing silver. "I told you to get lost," I growl at him. He takes a step back from my growl and he stares at me. "Well, well, well. You don’t smell like a wolf," he says sniffing my hair.

“I’m not asking him to.” She squeezed my arm once, then moved away. I stepped into the ring, every muscle tense. Ronin was already there, stretching. He glanced at me with a small smirk. “So, you’re the rogue,” he said. “Didn’t expect you to be this small.” “Didn’t expect you to talk so much.” His grin widened. “Let’s make this fun.” The fight started fast. Ronin came at me with a low sweep, aiming to knock me off my feet. I jumped, barely dodging, then countered with a punch that grazed his jaw. He staggered, then recovered instantly, eyes gleaming with excitement.

Her strength was absolutely unmatched by the sheer volume of numbers opposing her. A deep premonition settled into her core that her lifeforce would likely dissolve into the dirt of this alley today, but her training dictated she harvest a significant number of their throats before her own light faded from the wilderness. “Fucking bitch! Does your mind truly lack the intelligence to recognize the high house your claws offended? Descend to the underworld pits and request that data from the dark ancient!” the lead rogue spat into the dirt. He flicked his gaze toward the surrounding line of muscle and barked, “Why do your paws hesitate? Advance and shackle her limbs!”

On cue, rogues appeared behind Soleyah Haynes with Alpha Shinro in tow. "Alpha Soleyah." Soleyah nodded. "Alpha Shinro. I believe we are now ready to go." She glanced at the rogues that were scattered around the dark forest. Alpha Shinro agreed. He looked back at his people and mind-linked them. 'Let us end the reign of terror of those bastards!' Howls reverberated within the dark forest, shaking the stale air around them. Soleyah mind-linked her people who had shifted to their wolf forms already.

Excuse me, it should be the reason why I did that," I shouted right back at him...... Abhishek didn't like the fact that I visited Inoki. He even went further and warned me not to try such stunts again. He walks to the door.. however, I dragged him back to my gaze. "Hold on, can you answer one question for me," I said. "What is that?" He replied. "Tell me, does anyone in the family not know about Loki, is alive,".

I thought this was a pack. My eyes quickly scan the area as I climb out of the truck to make sure I’m not being watched by anyone. The scent is slowly fading, so I realize whoever it was must have already left, or been imprisoned something in the back of my mind hints. All rogues smell the same, but the scent is stronger, the longer you’ve been a rogue. Silas told me that my scent wasn’t that strong yet. I’ve never actually talked to a rogue before, so I have no idea how to tell the length of time compared to the strength of the smell. Most rogues that I fought as a warrior wreaked, which also meant they had been rogues so long they were losing their minds.

Something in the ancient rogue physiology that was altered by years of Veil Forest. It came again, straight this time. I dropped my shoulder and met it low and drove forward with everything my hindquarters had and the impact drove us both back toward the tunnel entrance. The rogue's back hit the broken stone frame of the opening and I felt the resistance of it through my own body. Three hundred and eighty pounds of Red Claw Alpha pressing an ancient rogue into the frame of the tunnel it came through. My jaws found its throat. The rogue stopped thrashing. In my peripheral vision Zayden was back on his feet. The first rogue lay motionless on

The tether between us pulls taut, humming with a frequency that seems to calm the air. "I’m here," I say. I hold out my hand, palm up, showing him the knife I still clutch—not as a threat, but as proof that I had fought. That I had chosen to fight. "You came. That’s all that matters." He blinks. The gold dims, flickering like a candle flame in wind. Slowly, painfully, the claws retract. The shoulders settle. The beast recedes, leaving a man standing in its place—naked from the waist up, his skin laced with fresh cuts from the glass, his chest heaving.