Rogue Linage Novels & Stories

However, all that changed some days ago when he happened upon a xiene. Just thinking about it now sent shivers down his spine. The xiene was the rarest, oldest and undoubtedly the strongest clan…breed of werewolves. Everyone knew this. He knew this. He knew that a little number of them, just a few number…not up to 10 lived in Bookehurt. There were rampant in other towns such as Konnekut, Tyrex, Jyord, but not Bookehurt. Therefore, it didn’t come as a surprise that the happening of the days before kept Jimmy awake.

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.

My mother closes the mind link and stands next to my father, who checks our invites by the two Crescent Moon warriors. Rogues are wolves who have been banished or rejected from their packs. The majority of rogues are criminals; they have no rules or morals. They attack at the slightest sign of weakness, raping women and killing anyone in their path. In other words, they cause chaos and destruction.

Rogues typically avoided events that hosted a high number of Alphas for the obvious reason. “Is their motivation money?” I ask Reid and John. “I don’t believe it is money, Kate, I think it is the recognition of ruining the event and the success with the alliance member,” Reid says. John adds, “If money is a motivation, it’s secondary. Most rogues want a reprieve from the rogue life.”. “Agreed, but once they start down that path it is almost impossible to be redeemed unless they are early on in their rogue experience,” I say. “Some have managed to come back from it, Kate. I remember a rogue named Lincoln who came back from being a rogue here about ten years ago. He did die helping to pr

“Alpha Nate? Maybe Alpha White?” Shaking my head, I rolled my eyes at her. “How about just Nate?” “How about Rogue King?” My eyes narrowed. “Don’t even joke about that. I’ve got enough on my hands. I don’t even have a pack that’s fully functional yet.” “Alright, alright. Still. Solaris was the Rogue King.” “It’s not passed down like that, Lor.” She shrugged. “I don’t know about that. Compassion and strength go hand in hand. They also come in pairs.”

A crescent here, a braid-like border there, similar linework, but not this crest. No matter how many angles I turned it, the truth gnawed at me. Rogue attacks weren’t supposed to look like this. Rogues were wild, scattered, leaderless wolves. Wolves who had no bonds, or unity. They didn’t coordinate. They didn’t come back twice to the same place with strategy and precision, especially given their bloody defeat the first time they attacked at the West ridge. Not only did they return, but with strategy and precision. It meant they weren’t rogues at all. They had the semblance of a pack. A pack with an Alpha. A government, territory, laws.. but no history that I could find.

So when a rogue somehow managed to appear right next to the evacuation line, chaos ensued. Unlike other Werewolves or Lycans, the rogues were more monstrous. They were completely covered in hair and beast-looking the image they presented was vile. Rogues were no different from actual wild and deranged wolves. They basically had no humanity in them and all that was left was wild beastial instinct. Rogues usually didn’t band together, and although they might appear in succession or scattered groups, they were not the type to actively cooperate—especially if the group didn’t seem to have a leader.

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

“Then why won’t you look at me?” Brendan stiffened for a moment but then melted into her touch, leaning against her palm. A softness lingered in his eyes as he scanned her face, “I don’t want to lie to you.” “Then don’t.” “Love…” He groaned, “Let’s just say, I come from a powerful bloodline.” Her brows furrowed, “An Alpha bloodline?” He shook his head. “Beta?” “It doesn’t matter,” he gripped her waist, “I’m a Rogue now, that’s all I’ll ever be.”

The rogue looked exhausted now like whatever strength brought him here was fading quickly. Still…his eyes sharpened when he looked at me again. “You truly don’t know,” he continued. I remained expressionless. “Know what?” The rogue swallowed slowly. “The Silver Wolf.” “Speak carefully,” I warned. The rogue nodded once. “There are stories older than kingdoms,” he said hoarsely. “Stories rogue packs pass down when royal bloodlines try to erase them.” I said nothing. The rogue continued. “They speak of a wolf touched by silver moonlight. Neither fully Lycan nor fully werewolf.”