Beggar Thief Warrior King Novels & Stories

“This bond will not cage you. It will not weaken you. And it will never be rejected.” I swallowed. “You don’t know that.” “I do,” he said. “Because I am not a pack Alpha.” My wolf stirred, suddenly alert. “What are you, then?” I whispered. “King.” The word echoed in my mind. Not just any king. The Rogue King. The ruler of the borderlands. The one whispered about in fear and awe. The Alpha who bowed to no council and no Goddess—except one. My knees weakened. “Impossible,” I breathed.

A stable, strong, respected life. The rogue life had made me powerful, but it wasn’t enough anymore. Not for them. So, I did what no rogue before me had ever done. I brought my rogue den into the Werewolf Council. At first, they laughed. Said a rogue den had no place in their world. So I made them listen. With tooth and claw. When the dust settled, they had no choice but to acknowledge me. My rogue den was no more. From that moment on, we were officially recognized as the Ruby Pack.

he said. So far he had been unwilling to share how he got his information with me, I would have to find out on my own. “For now, let’s go meet our friend the rogue king, and find out why he stole our loot, shall we?” “Lead the way,” I said. “And just to be clear, if he pulls anything, I will end him.” “Oh Rylee, ever so violent. That’s not always the answer you know?” I ignored the comment, the rogue king had just sabotaged a very great plan that was working out smoothly so far, and he had to pay for that, either he does so with his life or he grovels before our feet.

"Sophia must complete the ceremony today. What the hell is wrong with you?" Right at that moment, the iron gates on the edge of the square were kicked open. The border Warriors flew out like kites with broken strings, crashing onto the long tables. The man dressed entirely in black walked in slowly and methodically. Behind him trailed a squad of werewolves reeking of a foul stench. He wasn't an ordinary Rogue. He was the Rogue King—the king of stray wolves whom even the Council couldn't handle, commanding the largest Rogue camp in North America. The territory in his hands wasn't on the Council's map, but it was larger than any official Pack.

I asked carefully. “Broken crown.” Silence settled heavily around us. Nyx growled low inside my head. “That belongs to the Rogue King.” My jaw tightened instantly. Every warrior in the kingdom knew stories surrounding the Rogue King. Most believed he was a myth created to scare young wolves into obedience. Unfortunately, myths usually didn’t leave piles of bodies behind. “They brand their fighters,” Nyx continued darkly. “Loyalty through fear.” “How many survived?” I asked Ryker. “Three.”

Rugged clothes that were even unworthy to wipe the golden shoes of the exquisite beauty that was seated, adorned the body of the slave who could not even see shoes of the female for she was the mother of all nations- the queen that was seated on the throne constructed fifteen steps above his head. Empire of Seclair did not condemned the keeping of slaves or bonded labors despite the practice being heavily criticized by several nobles. The King only seemed to make efforts that seemed good yet in reality were useless. A rebel had thus entered the palace and to send a message had killed the imperial guard but maybe it was the blessings of gods that the eccentric King was out on an expedition an

The wind muffles the sound of his screams. King is the next one to join the fight. Unlike my father’s lycan, King moves stealthfully through the chaos. He inches closer to the house. One of Fairs’s warriors is thrown back, and King catches him as he falls to the ground. Placing a single paw on the warrior's chest, he rips out his throat and tosses it to the side.

Famallumi glanced back up at the Warrior. "The Warrior, Mephalus, allowed the power and magic of the sword to usurp his will. He became greedy and hungry for more power and thus corrupt. He set out to conquer an Irish water town, subjugating its citizens. In the end, the Sidhe Warrior Masters united to destroy him before he overthrew the town. Mephalus died in a massive fire that consumed him, a fire caused by the very townspeople he tried to conquer."

He had gone to get another drink. "Give my girl back to me," he threatened Kabir. "Give me that, drink." Kabir took the wine glass from Ahmed's hand. "What the fuck, Kabir." Waniya feigned hurt. "I'm worth one glass of wine only." "You stepped so many times on my shoes. My feet are practically hurt now. I have no energy to go to the bar. I'm just going to crash over here." He pointed to the sofa aligned by the side.

No matter which thug Jewel sent, that ex-heiress always managed to send the thug away unscathed. Disgusting slime. Like a gum stuck in the deepest groove of a shoe. She. ‘I’ll incinerate the whole fucking shoe then,’ hissed the Virtus princess. ***** He was waiting for her. Ben, son of the ex-Mafia King’s gardener. When she first saw him, he was around her age, a scrawny kid that reminded Jewel of the soil that his father works with. Standing confidently in cargo pants and a black T-shirt obviously too huge for him, Jewel had thought that he was the next Mafia King—not the shivering tall kid beside him, who was Ralph.