Beggar Thief Warrior King Novels & Stories

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

His gaze became shady and passive. He stood up to help the boy from the ground. He had scratches on his arms and knees from the fall. "Are you okay?" He asked him and the thief boy nod his head. He almost catches the King's hands but when he finally clasps them, he harshly pushed him and shoves his body from head to toe until all of his body parts bleed and become swollen. He has cuts on his lips and brows. Blood began to gush from his fresh wounds. " Moron, imbecile and a beggar! How dare you steal someone's property while they visit me? Arrest him and took him inside the dungeon!" His eyes look like an addict. It's glowing red and his verdict is unstoppable and unexpected.

He gritted his teeth, and his sudden outburst made Hiro scramble to his feet. However, after sitting in the same position for long, his legs did not have the strength in them, and he stumbled to the ground, landing on his back heavily. Eldrick stalked him like the hunter he was, watching his prey fear him. “You did not even consider how your selfish act would affect your kingdom, your own people. You did not deceive just Fergus; you deceived your kingdom and your people.”

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.

“Seriously? What is funny?” “Alpha Rune,” Omega Keith called. “Everyone in the Wolfkin gang considers themself part of your army. We want you to use us to take back the throne. Once you agree, all our evidence will be released, and the enemies will be dealt with.” Rune tiredly said, “If you have so much evidence, put them out there. Do not rope me into your nonsense.” “Alpha Rune.” The man pouted, and it became clearer how young the man was. His dressing made him appear older than his true appearance.

The three senior warriors instantly stepped back half a pace, their boots crunching loudly in the gravel, their eyes wide with terror. "The Capital," the eldest warrior whispered, his hand trembling against his sword hilt. "The Capital did this... The King's blood-smiths marked him." "Stand down!" Devon roared, his voice cracking with a sudden, jagged wave of native authority that made the warriors stiffen. He didn't retreat. He stepped straight into the freezing static heat radiating off Marcus's skin, his hands catching him by the broad, metallic-dense muscles of his shoulders to help him stand. "He is the Alpha King of this territory. I don't care what his eyes look like. Help him into th