Rogue Linage の小説・ストーリー

was wondering how much of that was actually true. “You said my dad brought me here days later?” I asked her trying to make sense of things. “Yes Rouge, it was days later; I think he tried to make it work but I could tell him was losing his strength, he wasn’t eating because he needed to stay with you and he knew you both wouldn’t make it if things continued the way they were.” Rose answered me, her gentle voice was soft as she spoke. “Did you know much about him Rose?” I asked wanting to know more. “No sadly they weren’t here long, I wanted to know him more but it was hard in the pack at that time. I truly believe if we hadn’t been at war things might have been different but the Alpha at th

His stance was aggressive just like mine. And so, we met each other on the battlefield for the first time. Red and Crimson energy clashed. He was the first one to be pushed back because of the strong force that left my body and engulfed all his red energy. Crimson consumed Red. Blood overcame favor. And the Lycans would always be victorious over the people claiming to be Demigods. Because the half-God thing was just bullshit to me.

Someone who had not spent a lifetime being a rogue. My father had been the Rogue King, before my twin brother Eric killed him and took over as the Rogue King. A rogue was a wolf who did not want to be a part of a Pack or had been kicked out of a Pack for some reason or other. Others were born into it. As the Rogue King’s daughter, I was born to be a rogue. It was our family’s legacy. Rogue royalty, I think with a sarcastic chuckle.

His fists were clenched and blood flowing down from where he had pierced himself with his claws which were popping out. “Rogues are rogues, no matter whether they were newly turned or not, no rogue does not kill, all of them are evil and a lot of blood are on their hands” Silas growled. Levi huddled at a corner, shivering in fear, he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that his Alpha had gone mad at a statement he had just made. “I'm sorry sir, I will make sure to keep that in mind” Levi whispered. Silas sighed, running his hands through his hair, tousling the mass of shiny black curls

When he finally spoke, his voice was smooth, easy, cutting through the space like a knife sliding through silk. “Rogue Alpha Kenzo Raine.” His tone was neither bombastic nor stinging, but it didn’t have to be. It commanded attention nevertheless, a still authority that caused Victoria’s stomach to knot. “Do you know who I am?” Kenzo exhaled, the edge of his mouth twisting up in an almost-smirk. He turned his head, never wavering his gaze at the man in front of him. “I’ve heard stories,” he said, his voice rasping, some raw scrape from the fights he had already fought tonight. “Executioner. Enforcer. The High Council’s pet monster. “You have a lot of names, don’t you?”

"I don't understand what you're suggesting…" "I'm suggesting," Marcus interrupted, his tone hardening, "that there's something about your bloodline you're not telling us. Something about what you are that doesn't add up." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. "That rogue, during the engagement… it hesitated when it saw you. Rogues don't have intelligence, unless they are being controled…" Ice flooded my veins,his meaning clear as day. "I... there were many rogues. It was chaos…"

"Take her." They moved forward, but Zane stepped in front of me. "Try it." "You can't fight us all, Darius." "Want to bet?" A howl echoed through the forest. Then another. And another. Rogues emerged from the shadows. Dozens of them, surrounding the pack wolves. "You brought an army?" Alpha Thorne snarled. "I brought family." Zane smiled, all teeth. "The rogues you've been hunting? They're mine. Every last one."

I was siding with a rogue, publicly defending her and defying pack laws—it was a one-way ticket to being kicked out, forced to fend for myself. But I was an heir, the destined future Alpha of the Crescent Ridge pack. The Rogers line was uninterrupted. My father valued that legacy above all else. Would he really disown me—strip me of everything? What was more important to Grayson Rogers: the line of succession or one rogue’s demise? Marcus Ward, the Beta, had given an ultimatum on behalf of the Council. My dad didn’t even have the balls to tell us himself. I knew it hurt Kellen, who held the phone as his dad relayed the threat, his eyes dropped to his car pedals.

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

He sure had his work cut out for him. Any one being a Rogue or a renegade was despised in the werewolf community. There was not much difference between the two terms. The High council branded all those who do not adhere to the laws of the werewolf community as Rogues. It included wolves who got kicked out from their packs or those who decided to leave them on their accords. Renegade, on the other hand, were rogues who like to hurt, use their abilities to kill mindlessly. Ryan happened to be elated when he first spotted his mate, but got frustrated beyond reason when he could not find her for a year. But when he did, it was to find she was the one thing that he despised the most. All his thou