Beggar Thief Warrior King Novels & Stories

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

“Well, without your Alpha mate to protect you at least you didn't come alone. ALthough I don’t understand why you continue to do things the hard way. Male warriors would have been far superior and necessary for your protection. Micheal should have seen to that. You are too important to have been harmed by these disgusting rogues. His lip curls like the wolves pacing monotonously around us have the worst scent. “You are the Rogue King, how can you call them disgusting?” He roars, showing emotion for the first time. He catches the slip and schools his face quickly, but it’s there, and now I know how to really piss him off. “That stupid name my cousin gave me. I am the Alpha King, the rig

He would have already beheaded this smug bastard before him. "Hey, my parents didn't have me out of wedlock, okay?" the king corrected. Benard could only glare at him. "Aww! You look so cute like this! I just can't imagine how cute you'd become when I fuck you nuts," the king laughed evilly, making the warrior even more peeved. "I can let your friend recover everything he's lost. As long as you..." He grinned impishly as he pointed towards his own crotch, "...please me,"

Doesn't he know that if he hadn't crippled both my attainment and my legs then I would actually be quite powerful? "Of the five people there, that woman is a level five warrior king, that middle-aged man is a level six warrior king and the other three old men are all level seven warrior kings." Severin smiled lightly. "Looks like the Slasher Gang has really brought out the big guns this time." Since they had so many warrior king fighters, Severin knew very well in his heart that this gang was probably one of the most powerful gangs in all of Cherridom.

Even though I hate to think it, the only reason that I know can make my mother cry if my dad is not dead is if he has been captured by rogues. Rogues are criminals. Unscrupulous beings. Angry and vengeful werewolves that have declared themselves independent from all laws. They attack packs to plunder, leaving maimed and murdered victims in their wake. And when they kidnap, they torture before asking their victim's family for ransom. I shudder with fear at the thought of my daddy in those animals' captivity. I doubt if he would survive two days. "Oh no! No! No! No!..." I find myself muttering to myself as I cry. "That is not the situation. You have to stay positive..."

Dad. "I want to go home." I weakly pushed over the tears and my clogged throat and vocal cords, my voice and tone now resembling that of a child." Take me home." I sniffled. "I cannot, your Majesty. The king would have my head and I would be charged for treason, besides you're his mate. King Theodore needs you here by his side. You're our queen and luna, so I deeply apologise, but I cannot." She apologised, a hint of hurt lacing her voice as she painfully said those words. Unknowningly twisting the painfully lodged dagger in my heart, increasing the already unbearable pain in my chest, making me clutch at it to try and sooth the pain as the tears increasingly flowed down my cheeks, leaving w

"Kael. You return." Kael bows low, a fluid gesture of respect that hides the predator beneath. "Your Majesty. I bring news from the borders." "Who are these people you bring with you?" the King asks, his voice sounding like stones grinding together. Kael straightens, turning slightly to gesture toward the line of enslaved alphas. "These are the remnants of a pack of thieves, Your Majesty. They stole the Antherion. I tracked them to their den, engaged them in battle, and slaughtered their Alphas. These are the survivors—cowards who fled while their leaders died."

Even then, I'd secured the extra funding that rebuilt their training hall — better equipment, reinforced flooring, the modern ventilation system Garrett had personally requested. "You know I'm not just a housewife, Garrett." He shrugged. "That was before. We were going easy on you because you were the Alpha's wife. Don't tell me you actually thought you were a fighter." "She's right, though." The voice came from behind the warriors. Deep. Unhurried. Killian walked into view with three of his warriors flanking him. He was dressed for the hunt — dark leather vest over a black shirt, no excess, every piece functional. His eyes moved past the two guards without acknowledging them.

' She looked to the caption. Dedication of the King's Royal Library Photo: Joseph Vanguard, Public Affairs 'Vanguard? But...' She stared, studying the grainy image, her mind racing. 'Justice, Kypher, Blackridge...' Here Present: His Royal Majesty King Stephan Caliphus (center); in order from the King's right: Prince Casper Caliphus, Ramus "The Wind of War" (Royal Armor Bearer), Alexander Kypher (Captain of the Guard), Justice Atticus (Chief War Council); in order from the King's left: Sebastian Trimble (Seer), Dorcus Garner (Seer Apprentice), Eliezer Webber (Kingsmen Ambassador), Adrien Blackridge (Knight Apprentice).

Guided by the System's voice, Keagan ventured deeper into Hero hub, searching for whatever suited him. Taking his place at one of the stalls, Keagan found himself surrounded by an astonishing assortment of weaponry and gear suspended in mid-air along the kiosk walls. Intriguing collectibles adorned the glass case before him, capturing fragments of heroic history. One such item, a torn cape from the battle of the river, caught his eye, a tangible relic of valor that belonged to the former number 6 hero, as it stated on a tag hanging above the item. Lost in contemplation, Keagan was abruptly jolted back to reality as the shopkeeper snapped his fingers, drawing his attention. "Hey, kid, can I h