Beggar Thief Warrior King Novels & Stories

The man knelt before Achilles, his head bowed in respect. "My king," the warrior said, his voice low and urgent. "I bring grave news. Your daughter, Ashina has been captured by the rival pack." Achilles's heart dropped at the news. Ashina was his only child, and she is dedicated to the service of the pack. He stood up from his throne, his fists clenched in anger. "Tell me everything," he ordered the warrior. The warrior took a deep breath and explained that a group of their enemies had launched a surprise attack on their pack, taking the Alpha King's daughter captive in the chaos. They had fled into the dense forest, and the warrior and his companions had been unable to track them down.

In one thread, he stood at the front of a shattered formation, blade lifted, blood running down his arm as he refused to fall even when his knees betrayed him. In another, he was kneeling alone in ash, staring at something Aria couldn’t see, lips moving like he was speaking her name into a world that had already ended. In another— He was not King at all. Just a man walking away from war with empty hands. Aria’s chest tightened violently. “No,” she whispered, though she wasn’t sure what she was denying. The wind shifted. And for a moment, the battlefield stuttered. As if reality itself had tripped.

He called himself the Rogue King and ran his illegal operations from the deepest parts of the castle. Marcus had once been a warrior of the Black Fang Pack, but he was exiled after being caught smuggling and killing without permission. After that, he gathered a group of rogue wolves who had been cast out or had no pack. Slowly, he became their leader, claiming the title of Rogue King. From that position, he built his criminal empire, running auctions, illegal trades, and other dark activities far from the eyes of law-abiding packs. Every weekend, he held auctions for lonely and defenseless she-wolves he had captured. As I looked at the large crowd, I noticed how excited they were, leering at

I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. Annie gave a slight nod, confirming it. My stomach twisted. Everyone knew about Shadowclaw Pack. It was infamous for being the most ruthless pack, ruled by an Alpha who was feared across all the lands—Alpha Ronan. Stories about his brutality, his strength, and his lack of mercy were told in every pack. My heart sank as the realization hit me. My mate, the man who had marked me and locked me in the dungeon, was none other than Alpha Ronan. The shock made my knees weak, and I felt like I might collapse.

Both did not notice that the Karivaayi noble was privy to the whole conversation, their attention on Eloy the whole time. ------------------ Eloy did not even need to turn to sense the moves coming. These men, they are not warriors, they are thieves and the thing with the thieves is that they never played by rules. Eloy found his way, breaking the fort they have made around the prince. Then he saw the prince. He must be around the age of his emperors. He was fighting five men at once. It was a sight to behold and Eloy felt respect for the warrior prince. The prince noticed him and then the guards who leapt in through the wedge Eloy created between the thieves. He nodded his gratitude and the

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

He directed me into a large two-story building house and we trudged through the hallway until we stopped in the middle of the corridor and in front of a brown anomalous door. The Warrior knocked and I heard a bellow “Enter” it sounded more like a beast than a human. The male rogue opened the door and I was met with an intimidating middle aged man sitting arrogantly on a black throne. The throne was nasty.... to be precise. Everything around looked barbaric. The rogue king gave me a cold stare. Up and down, his eyes flickered between black and red. He looked more of a demonic rogue, a prehistoric one to be specific. I gulped down my fear and approached on trembling legs. “King Lewis!” I sligh

Coming out I saw the battle was full-on, warriors fighting in human form, some in wold form running in front of me was one of the guards with a leg in his mouth, eww. No waiting for an invitation I strip and change into King, soon as his paw touches the ground we were hit from the side sending us flying on the other side before we feel a sharp pain around our neck “ oh that fucker, finish him!” I told him, King, he didn't waste any time ripping the wolf throat out. Getting off the floor I went to help, looking around I saw most of the rogues were down and the ones that were up, just run away. Which is weird, looking around I didn't see my father it immediately drew to me that's why they cam

“No!” All heads turned to the new voice. The Captain. Savage recognized. Deragan ducked a few branches to walk far enough in to join them. A hand outstretched to stay Tev. “Do not draw your weapon on him.” “Why?” Tev’s brow knitted. Phalanx sighed and stood. “Because he’s Savage Jack. The King of Assassins.” Tev still looked confused. He’s never heard of me. “If you pull that on me,” Savage nodded toward the hatchet. “I’ll kill you with it.”

The only difference with this map was that all the points were green except two. One, the largest, was Gluttony Foss. The country of Echidna. The other was– The others weren't idiots. They immediately understood the meaning behind this map. "So the wolf king is finally going to bare his fangs." Lilith nodded to the murmur of the Duke of Highland. "The current wolf king is different from the previous pacifist one. He is a warmonger and now that we have lost an important war asset, he will not miss this chance."