Roaming Nobles Novels & Stories

“The Shadow King. The last rogue king.” Jasper leaned forward, eyes dark. “Twenty years ago, before we became kings… we were sent into the rogue territories as part of a purge mission. There were rumors of a rising pack led by a powerful rogue Alpha who claimed he was chosen by the moon herself. It was Ruvan.” “He wasn’t just powerful,” Kandrix added. “He was… terrifying. His control over shadow magic was unnatural. He had witches, assassins, hunters — all answering to him. He called himself the future.”

Her cousin refused the offer and remained in the Wildlands, not wholly trusting the government or the rogues and remaining neutral within the ongoing politics. After Amira’s coronation and introduction to the kingdom as their new Queen, the rules were established for packs and rogues to coexist peacefully. Zayyan ensured his people accepted the rules and followed them. Some still didn’t agree with Amira; those were the rogues who initially stood by Xenos even though they didn’t want to fight their brethren. These rogues split from Zayyan, though they began to enjoy how prosperous the kingdom and Wildlands were becoming. They rarely caused any trouble.

He says and I smile, nodding my head as Hades leans over the rail. The rogues outnumber both Venom Fang and Dark Moon. The rogues live in peace and they have rights, like the packs do. They just prefer to live off the land. Some call them savages, but they aren’t. They are nomads. They created their own pack many years ago. However, they still hold the title of rogue. “Very well. Thank you for coming all this way to deliver this message. Please rest and eat before you head back.” Carter says to him, and I smile up at my mate. He will be just fine at ruling over them. That I am certain of.

She giggled, squeezing her arms tighter around Kylan. Well, I was. But there wasn’t really a point in explaining to a three-year-old that I was supposed to be the future high priestess and the queen of the Common Lands, but her daddy fucked it all up, now was there? Now I found myself wondering—where were the last nobles of the Common Lands? As distant as they were, they were technically still family. Due to their status, it would make sense for them to be around here somewhere, but I hadn’t seen them.

Reciting it is like a birthright for him. “And he’s the Beta, it’s his job to use himself as a shield for the Alpha he serves,” Nolan adds. I observed their sure expressions. They can talk about someone they care about like this. They sounded definite that even Eamon himself would agree. I guess this is what really separates them from other noble blood. They are untouched royalty. They have experience and guts to harness the power they possess. In another time and place, I would have feared the Rozeiroses more than the monsters people tell during bedtime.

He was telling the truth. Still, unease gnawed at my gut. “Then who the hell is roaming my territory wearing your scent?” Viktor exhaled, long and frustrated. “There are whispers,” he admitted. “Travelers passing through the northern mountains speak of rogues. Old bloodlines with no allegiance to any clan. Outcasts who refuse the council. If what the girl saw was real, perhaps these are the ones.” Ronald leaned forward. “Rogues? We would have scented them.”

Not when the world still called her rogue-born. Roman slowed beside her as they reached the iron grate leading to the main chamber. Through the slits, Nora could see the marble floor gleaming under torchlight. Wolves in ceremonial robes stood around a massive crest burned into the floor—the symbol of the Iron Moon. At the center of it stood Alpha Severin Vale—Roman’s uncle. His voice carried through the hall, deep and commanding. “…and by this oath, we end the chaos of rogue blood. We rise as one Moon, one pack, one law!”

After all the Rogues still had his brother's precious children, they didn't want those brats getting hurt, even though Zayn could hardly give one shit about them. They soon arrived in front of an opening, they could see small houses ahead which confirmed that they had arrived in the Rogue pack. The Rogues might be as powerful as the Lycans, but they could never compare in terms of wealth and political power. But unlike the Lycans whose blood only flowed from direct descendants, for example, the royal family was the only Lycans left, the Rogues could inherit each other's powers, and they didn't have to be related to doing so. That was why there was an entire village of them.

His gaze holds mine for several seconds before he looks down at his drink. I chew the inside of my cheek while wondering if I should start asking him questions about his time as the King of the Rogues. Everyone knows the history, of course. The Roguelands was… nothing back then. A deep, dark forest. Dark enough to hide in. Dark enough to disappear in. He gathered an army there out of misfits, bandits, and slaves. He ruled as king when there wasn’t anyone to rule. He overthrew an evil regime with forces whose training was nothing more than a life of survival in the same forest I’ve called home for so long. He understands. He’s still the king there, in some shape or form… at least, until Maeve

I tilted my head slightly, studying him. “Nobles?” I repeated, my voice quiet. Deadly. “Tell me, Ronan Corvin, where in our hierarchy does ‘noble’ exist?” His mouth opened. Nothing came out. The hall went still. “I know of the Luna Queen,” I continued evenly. “The King. The Alpha and Luna of packs. The Elders. Warriors. Citizens. Omegas.” I said, my voice steady, deliberate. “But nowhere in our hierarchy written or divine has there ever been a title called noble. So tell me, Ronan Corvin. Who exactly are the nobles?”