Roaming Nobles Novels & Stories

He can take us far away from Blake and this awful place! 'Quiet down, Riven,' I snapped back internally, keeping my face completely blank. 'Don't get your hopes up. What if he's just like all the other arrogant bastards in this pack?' I looked past his shoulder at the bloody mess on the grass, the torn bodies of the guards who had been chasing me. This man had just saved my life, sure, in a very disturbing and horrific manner. But I knew how nobles operated. They lied, they used people, and they treated low-ranking wolves like trash. I reminded myself right then and there that no matter how rare a second mate bond was, and no matter how good he smelled, I wasn't about to drop my guard just b

An absolute stunner, it was impossible not to notice his damnable good looks, but it was his confidence that stood out the most. Second born of a duke, the young lord had gained great notoriety as a rogue and a scoundrel ever since he came of age to claim his portion from his late father's legacy. He'd spent his early youth wandering the Continent with his wild friends to quench his thirst for adventure. Shortly after he returned to England several months ago, he'd become the club's regular. Known for his lighthearted, devil may care attitude, it was easy to mistake him for a reckless beau, but one encounter with him at the gaming table would prove otherwise. There was no mistaking Mannheim'

"We are nobles but rogues." Crown Prince Henricus clasped his hands. "It is because the House of Cantavalle contributed a cumbersome amount of manpower back in the rogue war five hundred years ago. Your ancestors have been asked what wish they wanted before they have been granted a noble title, marquis." He heaved out a sigh. "Your ancestors disregard the wish. However, since your father became the patriarch, he has demanded my father recall the royal lycan family's promise."

I mused. "So these are all fresh-faced recruits?" Roland's astonishment was palpable. No wonder he sensed that something was amiss in this peculiar scenario. "Yes, they're not much different from the two hundred rookies we recently added to our ranks." Naturally, I grasped the intricate military dynamics of our empire. The majority of the noble elite would position commoners and low-ranking knights at the forefront, mere pawns to be sacrificed, while their esteemed knights and powerful mages lurked in the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

They were asking for war. "If you dare go against our word, be prepared to lose more of your pack. We won't hesitate to slit their throats," he threatened, his voice dripping with malice. "Are you not shameless? Your greed has blinded you to the point where you can't even see how wrong you are. Why the heck would you ask for half of a land that doesn't even belong to you?" Caroline exploded, attempting to step forward. But I quickly held her back, knowing where she was headed. Going against the MoonHunters would only lead to more death and destruction.

I want to have a tour around so that I can also see a nice spot that is quiet so that I can occupy when I have break time, and I don't want to face and play with people, which will suffocate me. Even though Lady Marina has a bad reputation, it cannot be denied that she is the daughter of a Marquess. Nobles from different titles want to befriend her so that their family's names will rise. I learned that there are two types of nobles. The Elites and the Plebs. Elites are composed of: The Royal Family, Dukes/Duchess And the Marques/Marchioness. Plebs are composed of: Count or Earl, Viscount,

Sometimes when the grief was too much on him, Draco would come here, the land no one had ever lived in for over fifty years. Draco made a decree when he became the lord of Abbator that no one would ever live in the Wilbur estate. Before the purge, the Wilburs, Thrones, and Rahls were the three most powerful and rich families in the whole of Bloomington. They worked together as one with the Thrones as the ruler of the whole of Bloomington. The demon clan never held a candle to them, and there was peace between both clans because by nature, lycans were more powerful and were born to be the leaders. That order was maintained for centuries with the Throne providing the kings.

“This bond will not cage you. It will not weaken you. And it will never be rejected.” I swallowed. “You don’t know that.” “I do,” he said. “Because I am not a pack Alpha.” My wolf stirred, suddenly alert. “What are you, then?” I whispered. “King.” The word echoed in my mind. Not just any king. The Rogue King. The ruler of the borderlands. The one whispered about in fear and awe. The Alpha who bowed to no council and no Goddess—except one. My knees weakened. “Impossible,” I breathed.

I had to rub my eyes to confirm that I was seeing correctly because there was no possibility that I was inside Xavier’s chamber, the merciless Rogue Alpha and My father’s sworn enemy. Xavier Cassian, the ruthless Rogue Alpha governed with an iron grip. He is young and yet, he controlled the world in his hands and forced everyone to obey him. The only individual who never yielded to his intimidation was my father and that was when the silent war between them began. Xavier robbed him of peace both in the werewolf and the business world. It became so terrible that my father prohibited the citizens of his territory from ever associating with anyone from Xavier’s land. And refusal to that leads t

She stopped herself from continuing. 'I hate when they do that.' Seeing her constrict expression, Sol knew that he could force her to finish what she wanted to say. But, if this story was related to Lilith, then it was her story to tell. Relieved, Camelia coughed a little, "So, during those times, those who were truly in power were the nobles. Sadly for them, Mars came and destroyed their influence. But now–" "Now the heir of the throne is just a little kid without much power." Sol finished for her.