Shinobi Rogue Lineage Novels & Stories

Shay, “I know, but what if they are different?” Lizzie, “Are you serious? You saw him run from us! Why else would he have done that? He could tell I was a Rogue! Not everyone is as lucky as Stephen and Charlie. They found each other and Charlie left his pack to be with Stephen. Not every pack will accept a rogue, even if they are mates with a pack member. Are you ready to deal with that rejection? I’m not!” Shay, “No I’m not ready for that! So, what are we going to do?”

My little one who should have been alive if he were not rogue and hadn’t left without a word. “How dare you question me? It’s you who lied to me and left me. It’s you, the bastard rogue, who caused this. Why didn’t you tell me your identity? Why didn’t you stop the war? Oh. maybe you are the one who wanted this all. Did you even care about me or did you want me all tied up for you so you could use me against my father? You are the liar. You bastard rogues are all irresponsible liars.“

How dare they? I grab the first stupid rogue who stands in my way by the neck, my protracted claws digging into his flesh with ease. I don’t bother looking as I tear out his throat. Through the side of my eye, I see one rogue lift Lia’s unconscious body on the back of another shifted rogue, and he disappears into the night. And at the same time, the remaining fourteen rogues shift to their scrawny wolf form, all facing me. They all step forward, almost as if controlled by a force, their leader growls loudly in my face, tears dripping from its tongue.

I implore, my voice brimming with determination. Sage's voice takes on a measured tone as he dives into the details of the encounter. "The rogue clan was known as the Bloodfangs," he begins, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if reliving the battle. "Their members were highly skilled fighters, each marked with the tattoo of a serpent entwined with a wolf on their wrists—a symbol of their unity and cunning." "They possessed a unique agility and strength," Sage continues, his words painting a vivid picture in my mind. "Their warriors moved with grace, striking swiftly and retreating with an uncanny precision. It was as if they were one with the shadows, blending seamlessly into the night."

“Elune, this battle will be extremely difficult for us.” “I’m looking forward to it,” Elune said cheerfully. It seemed to her that she was merely observing a pile of prey she would eventually tear apart. “Alright, the belief in victory must remain.” Three rogues leaped simultaneously from behind the bushes, followed by a thunderous explosion of dark energy from the direction of the large pine tree. Without hesitation, I charged forward. My claws struck the nearest rogue’s neck, shattering its bones and sending its body flying backward. But before its blood had dried, the other two attacked. I spun, parrying one’s claws and kicking the other into the tree trunk.

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?”

I snap the neck of the one in my jaw and turn around. Sable is fighting the last two solo and she is making it look easy. Not only did she get the other two off of me, but I see her fighting the other two. I jump in and grab one of the remaining rogues and crack his leg. He pulls a shift as Sable snaps the neck of the other rogue.

Kai POV The rogues hit like a storm unleashed from the very fog itself. Dozens of them, lean and feral, bursting from the treeline with silver-tipped claws glinting in the dying light. Their eyes glow an unnatural crimson, pupils slit like serpents, dilated with a hunger that’s more curse than instinct. They move with horrifying coordination, darting in pairs and threes, cutting through the mist like arrows aimed straight for Liora. Atlas roars inside me, the sound tearing out of my throat as I shift mid-stride, bones snapping and reforming in a blaze of silver-tipped black fur. I launch myself at the lead rogue, jaws clamping around its throat with bone-crushing force. Hot blood sprays acro

He still had his blade in hand, covered in blood, he fought back, they all did however, it didn't need enough. Jon stood beside me, silent. I looked around the area, there were signs of a brutal fight, broken trees, burnt grass, blood everywhere. And in some places… the black blood of the rogues. “They didn’t stand a chance,” I said quietly. Jon nodded. “They were ambushed., probably stalked from the moment they entered the woods.” I felt anger rise in my chest, burning hot. “These weren’t normal rogues,” I said. “You saw the black blood. They were part of the cursed line, it's clear these rogues had abilities, special abilities like the shaman had said”

The sound of his shift was thunder in the small space. I pressed myself against the back wall of the cave, and my legs gave out. The stone bit into my back. The heat still pulsed through me, a sick rhythm that made everything blur at the edges, and I watched the fight like it was happening underwater. Bastian's wolf was a monster. Black fur, one ear torn, shoulders thick as boulders. He caught the first rogue by the throat and threw it against the cave wall hard enough that I heard bones crack. But the second rogue was already on his flank, and the third circled toward the fire, toward me.