Beggar Thief Warrior King Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Did she pick him up off the street and bring him to her condo? I knew Jheanne had a big heart and liked helping people, but what I didn't understand was how things had escalated all the way to marriage with a man she had picked up from the street. Unless... Unless the whole thing was just an act to get back at me. A smile slowly spread across my lips. If that was the case, then everyone deserved to know their wedding was a sham. And so the beggar was rich after all. A businessman. Then why hadn't he gone home to his own family? I'd find out. And I'd start with Jheanne. —

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..."

"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

Say three to five years from now, Abbator and the whole of Bloomington would start teeming with youngling females again. It'd be like nothing ever happened at all. Like the calamity never befell them. “Like someone who gives them money?” He asked Alfos. The beta laughed, throwing his head back. “Money? And most of them are starving? No way. If they had money, I’m certain they must have gotten more weapons they’d use to attack royal properties.” They resumed walking, turning the corner. “I actually think they have someone who gives them moral support. Someone within.” “You mean to tell me we have a backstabber?” Draco was literally ashen as he asked that.

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.