Roaming Nobles Novels & Stories

“And of course, you don’t want to mark me because you don’t want to take your throne back.” “I don’t know what I want to do yet. I have no support. No army. It’s not that easy.” “What about these rogues Monty spoke about? What is a rogue anyway?” “A rogue is a packless wolf. It’s not that easy. Rogues aren’t warriors. By the time I have them trained and ready for a war, Caspian would know and we’d all be dead. Well, not you and me…we’d only wish we were dead.”

"That's what I used to call him when we were young." "Sire..." Salazar tried to intervene. Amaris Gate was an arrogant wolf who threw information around because he knew that they could not fight him with anything. The werewolf was of a pure bloodline, and he was extremely powerful. But since the beginning of time, his ancestors had been rogues and they upheld that title, gradually becoming the royal family of the rogues, the invisible protectors and prosecutors who maintained discipline in all the chaos that rogue communities brought.

"There are tens of thousands of people in this city. They can find me? Who the hell are these people?" Mateo swallowed, as if afraid of the answer himself. Then his voice dropped to a whisper: "They… they're rogues, Riley." A chill shot down my spine, as if I'd been struck by lightning. "Rogues? Are you fucking crazy?!" Rogues were our worst enemy. They were originally criminals exiled from various packs. Over time, they slowly gathered in remote, uninhabited areas and formed their own society. Rumor had it they were now ruled by their own Rogue King.

Even from far away, I could see their beauty, red and white roses, blooming trees, and fountains sparkling as water danced in the light. Large banners waved from every tower. They were deep burgundy in color, stitched with a silver image of a wolf’s head wearing a crown. The banners moved gently in the evening wind, almost as if they were alive. Wolves were everywhere—on the towering walls, across the wide open grounds, and along the stone paths. Some stood watch like silent guards, their sharp eyes alert and watchful. Others moved in steady lines, carrying out duties, protecting entrances, or patrolling the palace grounds. Among them walked maids and servants, dressed in fine but simple clo

Meaning, rogue. My fists clenched on my lap, and he wasn't done. He leaned back and continued like he was being benevolent and offering me a national pardon. “If you can do this properly, without ruining your chances, consider yourself a Noble. You'll own land, properties, and the Alpha King will bestow a title on you. Your shame will be buried and shall never be brought up again.” The reward should be tempting, but not to me. However, I said nothing. Instead, I turned my gaze towards the window, trying to see through the darkness outside. But all there was, was darkness. And weird figures my mind couldn't make sense of.

“Hmm, we can review it once we get back. I’m still bothered with the plague in the north, so we can wait until things settle there before we start any major changes,” His words made sense and I nodded in understanding. As we stepped out of the elevators, the hallway was filled with nobles walking into a room with large double doors. Unlike both of us, most of them moved in groups of four and six. “Most of them have lived for a long time. Although they are still the Kings and Queen, they don’t plan to be for long, so they must bring their next in line.” “Some of them also brought their unmarried sons and daughters since this is the perfect opportunity to form alliances through marriage,” Rona

“Sire… unclaimed wolves—” “Especially unclaimed,” I cut in. The lycan approved. Silence. Then a careful voice: “And the definition of rogue, my King?” I looked out the tall windows, toward the forest that still smelled faintly of blood and moonlight. “Any who stand outside the structure that keeps us whole.” The scribe hesitated. “And… exceptions?” My chest tightened. Just once. Just for a heartbeat. Then I hardened. “No.” The decree was written.

All classes of nobility even commoners lived in luxury and luxury. So rich and magnificent, but sparkling diamonds must be washed with blood. Chammis III began to enforce slavery. He captured a large number of people in the defeated countries of the East, bringing them back as slaves. Abundant labor resources without spending a single penny brought great benefits to the Empire. This caused the territory of the Vasking region to rapidly expand. Of course, there are also mixed opinions about this creepy regime, but it doesn't go anywhere: "There are no permanent friends, no permanent enemies. Only the national interest is permanent.”

They occupied the Northern part of our world which was a hub for high ranking nobles. Below the Werewolf King were Four Noble Werewolf families who ruled the North, West, East and South werewolf territories. They were the next in line should the Werewolf King possess no heir. First in line to the throne was the Noble who protected the Northern Region and commanded the King's pack and army. We belonged to the Southern territory that was commanded by Lord Caspien, third in line to the throne. I sometimes thanked the goddess that Gary was not born to nobility. He was simply a normal Beta's son who was still arrogant enough to amass himself a band of loyal guard level werewolves to carry out his