Beggar Thief Warrior King Novels & Stories

the King stated, emotion lacing his words. “You were so easy to trick the first time; a second time will be a walk in the park,” the Rogue King promised. The King took a step towards the Rogue King and a gunshot crackled through the air. A warrior beside the King took the bullet intended for him. There was chaos as people scurried to help the warrior who had been shot with silver. “You coward. You cannot even fight your own battles. You hide behind silver. Being a Rogue has weakened you!” the King spat out, looking at the Rogue King with contempt. “I just got smarter,” the Rogue King replied, as everyone looked at him with amusement.

“No… not standing, as you are now. He knelt here, groveling, swearing you’d be the perfect little plaything for me to ruin and fuck until I’d had my fill.” Lazarus Veyric Thorn, the cursed king of Veyndral. The cold in the throne room clung to my skin, but it wasn’t the reason I was shivering. No, it was the fact that I’d realized that no rumor or tale would have ever prepared me for the man sitting on that throne. They called him the barbarian Alpha King, the killer who slit his mother’s throat as a boy. And the scar she left while trying to escape him was why he wore the mask. And they swore that anyone who had ever seen his real face never lived to tell the tale.

But I’m glad about how things turned out. ~ I was in my study room, checking out some files when I heard a knock on my door. “Come in.” One of the warriors walked in and bowed in respect. “So, what’s the current news around?” I asked, ready to listen to reports from him. “There’s this talk about the emergence of a new rogue King usurping the nearby kingdoms, Alpha.” He informed me. “Really? A rogue King?” “Yes, Alpha.” He responded respectfully. “Alright, you can leave.” I urged him, and then he bowed before leaving.

“I know how your father got your family's wealth. I know about the major money heists that went unsolved by the police. I know that your dad was the mastermind behind the last one a few years back.” She froze. I saw something like fear pass in her eyes before she forced indifference onto her face. “All those things are baseless talk backed with no proof. What are you going to do? Go cry to the police or something?” I relaxed into my chair. Oh, I was going to love this. “I have proof, Sarah. Lots and lots of proof.” Her eyes widened when she realized I wasn't actually bluffing. My eyes hardened, and I glared at her. “I'm the rogue king. I don't do baseless talks.”

Perhaps I’m already angry. “I hope you know, tesoro, that what you stole cost a billion fucking dollars. I know you were the one who had the guts to hack into our computer. I know that you waited for a perfect time when whoever built those walls’ guard was down. His name is Alvaro by the way. The best of the best. You only bested him because he wasn’t around. And you…”

Five figures emerged, their eyes gleaming with hostility. One of them, a tall, scarred man, smirked. “Didn’t expect to see the mighty Alpha King this far from home.” Lucian’s expression remained unreadable. “State your business.” The rogue tilted his head. “We were just passing through. Didn’t know we’d run into royalty.” His gaze flickered to me, something dark lurking beneath the surface. “And his new toy.” A growl rumbled in Lucian’s chest before I even had time to react. Faster than I could process, he moved, gripping the rogue by the throat and slamming him against a tree.

Let me take you back in time when Kings rule Not a fancy Royal tale But an Uncivilized Urban Story Not the kind of King over Whom the kingdom depends But a King For Whom People hide and escaped A King who Isn't known as Hero but a Blood King A King who doesn't give people relief but steal things and kill them brutally Not A Golden Crown with Golden Throne decorated with jewel But A Stolen Jewel Crown with Gold Throne Decorated with bearskin Not a Delicate Queen But a lowly Sharp-tongued Slave

“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.

"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.