Roaming Nobles Novels & Stories

“You can tell us.” Romeo’s eyes flicked between me and Conan before he let out a long breath. “I’ve been tracking a group of rogues for months now. They’ve been moving through territories, organizing… more than just random attacks. They’re planning something, something big. And I think they have their sights set on the Royal Crimson pack.” I felt a jolt of adrenaline rush through me, my muscles tightening at the mention of rogues. I had dealt with them before…vicious, lawless wolves who thrived on chaos. But this sounded different.

The nobles at once summoned their familiars around , in a semicircle hoping that their magical beasts will protect them . Rogue watched their actions and snorted in disdain for them the Royal family were putting their life's on the line yet none of these nobles sent so much as a single familiar for their help . Once everything was over , the first thing that he was going to do after returning was - relieving these nobles off their posts ! Their loyalty , he was afraid he cannot afford ! " My darling ! You don't need to step up ! Go and stand back , let me protect you "

We wanted everyone to associate excellent memories with Mel Rimanea. We still had about an hour left of the brunch before the tours started, and I was taking full advantage of the food being passed around. I watched between bites as ex-rogues glanced nervously at the nobles, looking self-conscious in their less expensive clothing. I observed as the nobles glanced back with surprise and guilt, unsure how to interact with people they’d been taught to hate, only to find out that maybe they needed help. I watched and observed, and I waited. Apparently, it was going to take more than a few car rides to bring everyone together.

Apparently, the original count and his family from Crohmwall District had become poor enough to sell their family title to a blossoming merchant from Linderon, an allied kingdom in the north of Talandor. This was becoming a common practice nowadays. We are slowly feeling the effects of continued rogue and vampire attack on the lands, especially in the far-flung places of the kingdom, like in the case of Crohmwall District. “Tell your master that we will meet him some other time,” Kaist replied. This certainly felt like a business meeting. It was usual for a new noble to meet with Kaist or his father in this manner to curry favor with them, and I can’t believe that now, even I would be involv

Chapter 5: Marriage II Third Person’s POV The bright yellow hue of the horizon mellowed to orange as the sun slowly hid in the embrace of the clouds. The grand manor of the Valerius king family stood at the central territory of the Rogue capital along with the Cavalier king family and the Sanguis king family. The central territory is home to the nobles, generals and the wealthy citizens at the top of the Rogue kingdom’s hierarchy. The black ivory walls of the grand manor shone with a repressed authority.

Zhi continued. As Zhi introduced them one by one the knights paid their respects to Altair and Adir. The silver robes used looked heavy, each knight also wore a blue robe with the Bedros family emblem. They also carried a sword hanging around their waists and most surprisingly they were not from Rhodes. True, they were talented outsiders who were invited by the Bedros family and entrusted Bedros ’territory of power to them. Altair thinks since when the Bedros family raised people from outside Rhodes and gave them the confidence to guard their territory. While their territory was the most vulnerable and easy to enter by thieves or intruders, it was also a question for Adir in his mind.

Tall, wild, and proud, the Nordmarians were born to dominate the inhospitable land they lived in and were often called barbarians. Many claimed that Rhobart Braveheart, the king of Nordmar, was one of the cruelest men on the continent. The stories told about him around campfires described him as a man with a heart that was as cold and cruel as the land he ruled. After a long absence from the Royal Castle, fighting a thirteen-year war against the Kingdom of Myrthana, King Rhobart was making his way home. But he wasn't returning alone. For in the carriage was Princess Ayla, the daughter of King Amul, former king of Myrthana. A Fire Mage, seven Paladins, and a few knights formed the group that

But I realized that my worries are just useless when I heard what she said The nobles then looked at the girls infront of me with disgust. One of the things that the nobles of this empire hate is a noble who doesn't have a blood of a noble. Those people are the ones who are buying their title and not inherited. Because to them, they are just a bunch of commoners who are trying hard to be belong of the high society. "Then, I'll be leaving now ladies" Of course I waited for them to bow even though I know that their knees are about to fall now.

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

My voice sounded small in the massive room. Sloane did not move. She was the leader of Lucian’s bikers, a woman built of muscle and scars. She held a hunting knife that caught the red light like a drop of blood. Behind her, five other riders stepped out of the shadows. They did not look like the polite guards from my wedding. They looked like predators. "I don't care about the Hunters, Princess," Sloane spat. Her voice was rough, like sandpaper on wood.