Shinobi Rogue Lineage Novels & Stories

I just hope his lineage is what he takes well. ‘And then you had to go and open your big mouth, Elaina.’ Athena snarks. 'ALPHA, OUR BORDERS ARE SURROUNDED BY ROGUES. THEY ARE SNARLING AND SEEM TO BE FERAL. IT FEELS LIKE THEY KNOW THERE IS BOOBY TRAPS FOR ANYONE WHO IS TRYING TO HARM THE PACK SO THEY HAVEN'T ATTACKED..' A warrior came through the mindlink to tell me. I think he told Colby too or another warrior did because Colby subtly told Dane and a few others the same thing.

The other was Mia. Mia was a mystery, even among rogues. Tall and striking, with coppery brown hair always tied back and sharp eyes that missed nothing, she had once been a beta female in a powerful northern pack. Her mate rejected her for a higher-ranking she-wolf, casting Mia out like trash. But unlike most broken wolves, Mia didn’t shatter, she sharpened. She had joined the rogues five years ago and quickly made herself useful. She fought when she had to, healed when others couldn't, and was one of the few who could negotiate borders and land without spilling blood.

My strike landed, knocking his weapon from his grasp. Silence. Then, to my surprise, the rogue let out a deep laugh. “Damn. Not bad, pack girl.” I straightened, breathing heavily. The tension in the air shifted. The rogues weren’t just watching me anymore. They were seeing me. ⸻ As the day passed, I felt a small shift in the way the rogues interacted with me. They were still wary, still watching, but there was a new kind of respect in their eyes. I wasn’t just Damien’s stray anymore.

" I cut him off with a cough. Their attention was turned to me, " who is this?" Blondie asked " she's the rogue we just caught dumbass" sadist answered irritatedly. Blondie's eyes widened " the rogue is a 'she'?"" Yes fool! I told you through the mind link" sadist said fustratedly.

“By hiding there.” I turn back to the window and imagine it. Sirens. Panic. Wolves forced to hold back while fear spills everywhere. “He thinks the city makes him safe,” I say. “But it makes him weak.” Lena steps closer. “And when he realizes?” “He will have nowhere to run,” I say. “Because he will not abandon them. That is his flaw.” Mark nods slowly. “And his bloodline?” I feel that old fire burn hotter. “It ends,” I say. “Right there. In the open. Where everyone can see what happens when you cross me.”

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

His gaze following every single movement Jayson made, if I didn't hate him and kind of want him dead, then I probably would have appreciated his protection a little more. "Who says I took them down without any help?" I returned the question without hesitation. "There's not a man out there is stupid enough to help a rogue. They especially wouldn't dare help a rogue who was residing so close to the border of another territory," Jayson replied with confidence. "If that's the case then I guess I took them all down on my own. Me, a week she-wolf who has been living the life of a rogue for ten years, single handedly killed eighty of your best fighters. Men who had been trained from the age of twel

Nearby, another warrior unleashed a barrage of elemental attacks, commanding the very earth beneath his paws to strike at the rogues with forceful tremors. In a decisive moment, the warrior delivered a precise strike, incapacitating her rogue adversary. Marcus, utilizing his elemental mastery, created a protective barrier that repelled the rogues attempting to breach their defenses. The scarred rogue, witnessing the faltering morale of his pack, hesitated for a brief moment. Limuel, meanwhile, locked eyes with the rogue, their silent communication conveying a profound understanding of the stakes. The beta's every movement seemed deliberate—a dance between predator and prey. He anticipated th

One massive paw slammed into his chest. The impact sounded like a tree snapping. The rogue flew through the air. His body crashed into a nearby trunk with enough force to split bark. The entire clearing went silent. The rogue collapsed. Unconscious. Several rogues took an involuntary step backward. Fear appeared in their eyes for the first time. Another rogue attacked. Then another. Aria met them head-on. Selene surged forward. Together, they became a blur of silver motion. A rogue leaped for her throat. She twisted.

“Not yet.” With a swift motion, he sent another wave of shadows crashing toward them. The rogue dodged, pulling Annabel with him. “We need to divide his focus,” the rogue hissed. “He’s too strong when he’s locked on both of us.” Annabel nodded reluctantly. “What do you need?” “Trust me,” he said simply. Before she could respond, he charged the Architect head-on, his claws glowing faintly with some kind of energy Annabel hadn’t seen before. The Architect recoiled, caught off guard by the rogue’s sudden ferocity.