Beggar Thief Warrior King Novels & Stories

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.

Vengeance is best served cold with a side of anxiety and humiliation on the other party's behalf. "The Alpha King awaits," one of the warriors said as we came to a halt outside of the grand palace. "Where am I to go?" I asked, seriously considering making a run for it. "I'm not sure where the king plans to house his bastard," the warrior said, insulting me. "I'm sure it's better than where he houses the assholes," I snapped just as the Luna Queen, followed by her entourage, appeared.

Stewart would say something to me as his new student, but this man didn’t even say a word right until mum dismissed me. Just when I was about to leave, one of our warriors came rushing into the throne room. He bowed before Father immediately. “My King, there was a raid on the farmers who were working on one of our lands by the riverside,” the warrior said. “A raid on my farmers? Who dared do that?” Father’s countenance changed. “It seems to have been wolves from the Black-thunder pack, and they managed to steal every farm produce from the farmers,” the warrior said. Father jolted off his seat immediately, fury on his face.

I was surprised and even impressed, until I saw that Alpha Kai had entered the room. “You’re all behaving with dishonor.” Vera stole a glance at him out of the corner of her eye and continued to speak loudly. Well, that was a bit obvious, even for Vera, I thought, but I took the offered help easily enough. Unlike my pack, Vera’s pack was powerful and would remain so even if the current Queen weren’t a member of it. The Alpha who’d been harassing the maid dropped his arms, and I let him go. “This is what I find when I visit the training mess?” Kai demanded, walking up to the little scene looking like he’d like to rip off a few heads. “What sort of thugs are they letting into the Guard these d

He says. His words paint a picture of what I could do. I could easily see myself going with him on adventures to help the Kingdom. He is known as the fiercest warrior in the Kingdom and with that title comes a lot of responsiblities. He runs the armies and trains near constantly. It could potentially be a lot of fun, if he does not learn the truth that is. "It sounds fun but I am truly meant to be here right now. I have nowhere else that I really want to go to. I have had enough adventure to hold me over for a while." I tell him.

The silk sheets mended on my body, like a warm marshmallow, my breath felt better, I twirled in my sleep when I tried to move my hand I could not, that’s when my eyes snapped open, and I came into realization of what could be happening. The nightmare, it’s not a nightmare, it’s my new reality, one that I may never be able to escape from I am the prisoner of Liam Moretti, the mafia king, the Lord to all wrongdoings and it terrified me

They would spend weeks if not longer draining them of their blood, sexually abusing them and using them up in every way before completely draining them of blood then vandalizing their bodies and leaving their remains scattered around the small Texas town. “We sent in young Patrick. He was the only man we had that wasn’t built like a damn ox. The little young buck was talking up a big game about how he was going to fix them and show them who is king shit. When we entered the warehouse he was cowardly up into the fetal position and I swear to you he was sucking his thumb crying for his father to come and save him.” Adrik laughs, recounting the story. Patrick was the youngest warrior only joini

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

I had walked into the throne chamber where our Alpha and lord, the rogue King, sat when Simon had staggered in with two others flanking him. “My Lord! I have come with news!” He shouted, his breath ragged, dried blood stained his tattered and frayed clothes. The metallic smell of his own blood mixed with that of a royal warrior. The rogue king: A disgusting man who cared for nothing or anyone except for power. A tyrant I served loyally only because I wanted revenge for the death of my mother. He waved one of his slave girls over as Simon knelt before him. I propped myself against one of the stone pillars ready to hear Simon's excuses about why they came back empty-handed and, of course, to w

He lifted it, meeting his cold gaze. "Tell me what you can do to spare your life, boy!" The King of Oregon said giving him a second chance. Meeting his frigid stare, he promises one thing to secure his safety inside this wicked niche. He bravely lifted his scratched face in front of King Reez and candid words came out from his maw. "I'm a warrior in my Kingdom. We lost the war and I was the last to survive. If you let me, I can be your houseboy or a helper in your palace, or I can be your knight sire!" He groans waiting for the Lord's command.