Beggar Thief Warrior King Novels & Stories

Alex looked at warrior a few times and his jaw dropped upon recognizing him. He raised his hand and pointed at warrior as if seeing a ghost. "You..its you..i remember you were doing business on behalf of the king and you only work for the underground king so what are you doing with him?"Alex asked with a confused expression as he was trying to make sense out of everything that was happening. Warrior chuckled " he is my boss, the king and I work only for him" warrior said this with his finger pointing to Zack. Alex was flabbergasted, he couldn't put a statement together, his forehead began to drip with sweat. "S-so if you-you w-work f-for him, does it mean that he is t-the king of-of the unde

If he had not seen that, he would not have believed it. Kaynes yelled as Archibald was about to leave the room, "Wait, you saved my life. How should I thank you?" Archibald smiled. "You have already thanked me!" Kaynes watched as Archibald left and was incredibly confused. None of them knew that Archibald was the King of Thieves. After so much interaction with those foreigners, Archibald could not help but take action. After all, one of Roggan's old rules stated that thieves should never leave empty-handed!

His clothes were tattered, boots crusted with blood and dirt, and he reeked of rogue stench. He smelled like death. "A pleasure to meet you," he said smoothly. "Are you the Alpha?" "What?!" I snapped, stepping in front of Lina. "Who the hell are you?!" "No proper welcome? Shame. I'm Jack. People call me the King of Rogues." "The what—?! Stay away!" The soldier lunged at him. Jack didn't even blink. He drew a sword from behind his back with a single fluid motion and sliced the soldier down like it was nothing. One second the guy was charging, the next, he was in a heap on the floor, blood pooling underneath him.

[HUNTER] The makeshift throne felt appropriately crude for a king without a kingdom. Stone salvaged from ruins, cushions stolen from merchant caravans—the whole setup was ridiculous. Except, I made it work through sheer presence. I lounged with one leg draped over the armrest, listening to the rogues’ successful report with clinical precision. "One warrior dead. Two injured. The survivor made it back like you wanted." Perfect. Fear needed witnesses. Dead men told no tales, but traumatized ones couldn't stop talking.

She swallowed and raised her trembling hands to sign some god knows what shit but before she could even bring herself to move a finger, a warrior burst inside the tent, his condition in a disarray as he struggled to breathe. He was a Walton warrior. She didn't even get the chance to take a breath when the warrior struck her with another 'heart failing' news. "My King, King Leo, and King Adrian are indulged in a serious rumpus." He said and Sasha's eyes doubled in size. King Adrian was the King of the Clover Kingdom. She knew he had a beef with her brother but to think they would openly go on a rumpus right before the war was absurd. She shifted her gaze back on Ragnar and noticed how rigid h

King was sitting across from me beating the hell up. Already familiar with the story ending, I chose to create a new destiny and save my brother. One guard had his back turned away from me drawing a bullseye on King's chest and the other guard was sharpening the daggers. I pounced on the guard back in front of me, extended my claws, and stabbed him in the neck. We tussle around sending King flying into a corner. The other warrior veered around to see the chaos, tossing daggers in my direction, quick thinking I used the first guard as a shield. Letting him get impaled by the blades. The warrior shifted and moved towards King.

There was something that simmered between us. Something that I was yet to figure out, and from the looks of it I may never figure out. I grabbed a hold of one of the warriors who took Caelan. “What are you doing?” I asked “where are you taking him to?” He pulled his arm away from me. I noticed something strange. This warrior was clean, too clean. It didn't look like he had been in the war just now. “The King is dead, tradition demands we must burn his body.” He said.

“Cowards for letting an illegitimate bastard lead you. For bowing your necks to a man who has no right to the ground he’s standing on.” He's standing at the tree line where the northern passage opens out, his chest heaving, his men thinning around him as mine push them back—and still, his mouth keeps moving. “He’s a thief.” He continues yelling. “A fucking thief who stole this pack in a single night. And you all just—you just let it happen. You stood there and let it happen, and you call yourselves warriors—” I start walking toward him. The warriors are fewer now, my medical teams moving through different angles, checking the injured.

My heart pounded in my chests as I watched the rogue king take his place in the center of the room. “Let us start simple,” he said, his tone almost sympathetic. “Tell me who she is and why she looks so important to you.” He pointed a finger to me. The warriors were quiet, neither of them not uttering a single word. The smile on the rogue king’s face. “Fine,” he gestured to one of the guards, who stepped forward with a heated iron rod in his hand. The first warrior tightened his jaw as the guard pressed the iron rod on his arm. The sound of his flesh seering filled the entire room, but instead of him shouting and reacting in pain, his small grunts were all that could be heard.

On cue, Jade gave a pained whimper. “Please, help me,” Jade said, feigning injury. “I… I think I broke my leg.” “That’s not my problem,” the guard said, barely glancing at Jade. He laid down the bowl of rice gruel on the floor and turned to leave. “Wait!” Jade rushed forward and grabbed the guard’s leg. “Please… I think the wound has festered.” The guard wriggled his leg away from Jade’s grip and turned to face her. “What do you mean the wound has festered?” he said, clearly irritated. “What the hell are you—”