Shinobi Rogue Lineage Novels & Stories

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.

Five people around a table being professionally thorough about a catastrophe that is, at its origin, a catastrophe of professional thoroughness. The Vein is explained to the room by Emre, which is how Sebastien has mentally named the man in the corner chair, because that's the name he signed the registration form with when the Folklore network confirmed he'd agreed to come. He explains it with the brisk clarity of someone who has explained it before, who knows which details are important and which are rabbit holes. The five bloodlines. The resonance architecture. The conduit function. The degradation timeline. He is selective here too, Sebastien can feel it, the specific quality of someone m

She takes out three rogues, then the fourth one dying by snapping our canines into his neck, wringing it violently around until the light leaves his eyes. But while I was doing that, I felt a presence loom behind me. Another rogue. The biggest one yet. Before I could drop the body to the ground to deal with him, I am bitten by another rogue on the leg. Liana lets out a howl just before we hear a powerful growl rip through the air.

I catch my reflection in another small, burbling creek as I leap, seeing only my eyes shining like polished amber against a blanket of black night. I’ve become a shadow, like Kenna. I blend into the darkness, silent as a ghost and faster than the rolling, incoming gloom of night as the rogues chase the sunset. I launch into the air, shift to my human form, and lean into my twin blades, driving them down into the spine of the first rogue. It falls with a crack, black blood spraying through the air. I’m off its back before it even touches the ground, sending an arrow through the neck of the rogue beside it.

I am an expert at fighting rogues. I shifted quickly as the rogue lunges at me. I stand still in my spot waiting for right moment. The rogue comes at me with his mouth open to tear me apart with his canines, as he comes closer I jump away and tear his skin from neck using my claws. Flabbergasted he turns and uses his forelimb to roll me over before he again tries to attack my neck.

Each impact sends a jolt through the sigils anchored in the stones. Our warriors are holding the inner line—shields locked, spears braced, bows, and loosing arrows over the top at any rogue too slow to dodge. “You take here,” Cassian says, pointing to a small rise behind the shield line. “You’ll have a line of sight. You feel anything weird—movement, magic, a change in the way these bastards run—you call it.” Naomi peels off toward the flank, knives glinting. Ronan wades straight toward the thick of the defense, Leo at his shoulder, both of them radiating enough “you do not want to be here” that two rogues hesitate and pay for it with their throats.

I need to baby that leg, if I get pushed on it it will give out again and I am at risk if two rogues are over me when fighting. As I continue moving back and forth waiting for them to make the first move, the first rogue runs at me swiping at my front paw. He catches it tearing the skin. As he flies by I catch his neck and slam him to the ground. As the other rogue jumps again on my back, I finish the first rogue off by clawing his stomach; his intestines pour out. He can’t survive that attack and is quickly dying.

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she

A sea of flames birthed from the collision and splattered over the terrain evaporating the lake. Shin-hi skidded back and grabbed his katana from its sheath pulling it out in time as the base of the staff came to him. He deflected the staff with the blunt side of the katana and was thrown back into the crater that had formed from the attacks. “It seems like I underestimated you.” Rogue said jumping from the porch on to the lithosphere standing several meters from his opponent, Sang-je in hand. He was prepared to end Shin-hi when it came down to it.