Roaming Nobles Novels & Stories

I smiled and bowed at her before leaving the library. Born to a Royal family was not a cake walk. We're taught to abide by our elder's wishes. And here it was about the promise my late grandfather made to Queen Camellia. Or'bloem is a comparatively small monarchy than Falcovia. And the only way to get back the throne of Orbloem is to marry Rosaleigh. I am a Royalty and fulfilling my grandfather's promise is my duty. I'll fulfill a NOBLE PROMISE. ***

I don’t know it if was a good thing or not, by Apparently Aeternum Noble Families was rather a unique one among all the nobles in the Central Continent. All thanks to the mold that I have imposed on them from the early on, there were a lot of rules and restrictions on becoming a Noble in Aeternum, far more stricter than any rules that were uphold in any other country. One of the Major rules is that they will no more hold a private army that is larger than 100 soldiers, no land bigger than 3 kilometer square, no more autonomous power and immunity from crimes.

They were not bound by the solemnity of the moment, nor did they grant the blood time to congeal before they began weaving their plans. In a far corner, the nobles huddled together, their opulent robes billowing around them, shielding them from the crimson testament to their rebellion. Their shoes, polished to a mirror-like gleam, remained unsullied, a stark contrast to the fallen king at their feet. It was as though they had shed the last vestiges of humanity, consumed by the ravenous hunger for power.

A king that three centuries old, not only that, he was ruthless and untouchable. If she lived long enough to bear a child, whether Caelum’s or the Lycan’s, her existence will become a leverage. A rejected mate with royal blood and a swelling belly was not a forgotten servant, she was a liability, and liabilities are removed. I dipped the quill and began crafting my messge. There were wolves who operated beyond pack law, they were rogues with no allegiance but coin and mercenaries exiled from northern territories after border wars. I knew exactly how to contact them because Crystalmere did not rise to prominence by just remaining naïve.

Josephine's favorite color was black and that was all her wardrobe consisted of. Except no one saw her for her beauty. Instead they saw her for her name. Particularly her last name, Cromwell. Everyone in Jossie's pack knew that the Cromwell bloodline descended from the dangerous rogue pack run by her great grandfather Marcus Cromwell. And, Rogues were known to be terrifying night-stalking killers. They are werebeasts. Practically rabied infested. They were sociopaths.

She walked to the very edge of the platform, looking down at the trembling, kneeling sea of wilderness forces. "The Rogue Coalitions are dissolved," Natalia declared, her vocal authority dropping over the plains like a physical hammer. "Your property scrolls are scrap paper, and your iron reserves belong to the Royal Treasury. From this hour forward, you are no longer free wolves of the wild. You are subjects of the Twin Thrones. If you wish to retain your lives, you will spend the next three moons constructing the royal roads that will connect these valleys to the Citadel, learning the exact weight of the stones that will fund our empire."

“Whatever it is ... it won’t change things with us. But if it is something that could put Allissa in danger, then you need to come clean.” “I mean, it shouldn’t, but—” She shook her head. “I don’t know. The Waiting Ladies and Waiting Men have a job, and it is to be the perfect partner to the royal. Our job is to compliment them and be an asset to the crown. But it’s also something else ...” She sighed and looked up at my father. “The noble families all got together and formed the idea of the Waiting. They pitched this to the king long ago, which he thought was a fair request for their support. But they had another reason for this request: their sons and daughters were to protect the nobles.

Whatever was going through her mind was cold and cruel. "Real soon," Connor added as he walked out of the house and joined his sister. I gave them one last wave and they walked away from our house to do what needed to be done while I turned my attention back to Luca and the new guy who was in our living room now. "Who were they?" Luca asked monotonously. "Just friends," I shrugged. "They were rogues. They shouldn't have been in the territory," Luca growled. He may have been my sister's Third in Command but that didn't give him the right to go all wolf on my ass. Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself.

"Depends who's asking." "Someone whose Alpha heard a rumor he didn't love the sound of." He smiles, and it isn't unfriendly exactly, which somehow makes it worse. "A rogue building a pack outside anyone's territory, taking in strays from three counties over. Some Alphas think that's charity. Mine thinks it's a claim being staked on land that isn't hers to claim." "This is Renata's garage," I say. "Nobody's staking anything." "That's not how it reads from where my Alpha's sitting. A pack that doesn't answer to anyone is a pack that answers to nobody, which means it doesn't answer for anything either, when the time comes that it matters."

"Well, you see, my brother Lucien and his friends are known in London as the League of Rogues." "Rogues?" Zehra couldn't help but wonder if these men were like Lawrence or if she should be worried. "It is just a nickname certain newspapers have come to favor when talking about their exploits. And one would have thought that as they married they would have settled down, yet they keep marrying creatures who are full of just as much mischief as they are. The wives now call themselves the Society of Rebellious Ladies, and they strive to live up to that name."