Rogue Linage の小説・ストーリー

I asked, my voice trembling. "It means the moon was waiting for us," Lucian said. He looked at his own hand. The scar was there, identical to mine. "It means we aren't lying anymore, Azzianna. You are mine. And I am yours. Not because of a contract, but because of the blood." The silence in the room was heavy. We stared at each other, the reality of what we had done sinking in. I was no longer a Thorne by marriage. I was something else. I was a Silver-Bane who had chosen a Rogue.

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

When they looked at where she was standing and saw that there were about five of them dead and six with their leader. “AHHH!!!” Anita gave a last warning growl making even the normal pack wolves whimper and move away. The rogues all bared their necks submitting to her, impossible! That was what was on the pack wolves’ minds, rogues were called that because they had no sense of humanity and they listened to no one. But now they were submitting to her? Impossible!

I explained to Sutton and everyone else present. Sutton gets his thoughts together then starts explaining the situation that they are facing. He starts off by explaining about a prophecy on the Nightshade line and how it all connects to Serenity. He then explains the part our ancestors played in it and why Ragnar and Bellatrix were there. So some fucking relative of mine decided to kill a whole clan of Kitsune, and we now have to go to war because the last remaining kitsune wants revenge for his people. War all over a sanctuary that might be there, but it might not be as well. People say that rogues are the bad ones, but all most of them want is somewhere to feel safe. They have left their p

“She was born outside a pack.” “So what? That doesn’t make her a rogue.” “In our world, it does,” I snapped. “Any wolf born outside a pack is automatically rogue.” “I don’t think so,” Grant shot back. “What makes someone a rogue is what pushed them or their family out of a pack. Circumstances matter.” I leaned forward. “Let me tell you something about her history. Her father was a Lycan prince from New York. He was disowned by his father because he rejected his fated mate and married a human. Doesn't that make him a rogue?”

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."

With the ancient Graystone wards fully activated and the ley lines restored, our territories now had protections that hadn't existed for generations—defences that Nightshade would find nearly impossible to penetrate. A distant howl suddenly cut through the celebration, not pack, not friendly. It was quickly joined by others, a discordant chorus that made the hair along my spine rise. One of them had shifted back “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” he screamed, “YOU HAVE ALLOWED ABILITIES FROM THE ROYAL LINE TO AWAKEN ONCE MORE, THEY WILL NOW DIE TONIGHT.” Maison shifted back instantly, his human form materialising beside me. "Rogue wolves," he growled, his eyes scanning the darkened forest edge. "At least

She stood in front of the imposing wolf before her. Shinro answered Laville through the mind link they shared. ‘We need people who can meet certain criteria. Those remnants rogues are not feral ones. They were banished because the pack they came from did not give them the justice they deserved.’ Laville nodded. After all, her alpha was once among those remnant rogues. She knew she could not judge them just because they were bearing the title of rogues. “I will take care and guard the Black Ridge Pack while you are away, Alpha.” Laville tilted her head down slowly. It was a form of promise, submission, and loyalty.

“There she is.” Rage surged through my veins instantly. They were here for her. “Ashmoon,” the rogue growled. Ava stepped forward.and my wolf roared in protest. “What do you want?” she asked calmly. The rogues began circling again slowly and predatory. “Curiosity.” Lightning split the sky again. The second rogue spoke this time. “They say the Ashmoon bloodline came back.” The third snarled. “We came to see if it bleeds.”