Roaming Nobles Novels & Stories

He blocked their path with his broad frame. Nola told them, “Do you know who he is? He is Soren of the Rook family. If you still do not let me go, you can bear the consequences yourselves.” The Rook family? When the guards heard this, they exchanged looks, shock flashing across their faces. Even if they had never met anyone from the real Rook family, they had seen plenty of reports about them on television. The Rook family was Eastbourne’s one and only top aristocratic family, a century old shipping dynasty, and the world’s number one shipping giant. How could working people like them dare even look up at such people?

Now that there’s a strange phenomenon in the Imperial Mausoleum, I’m sure it’s Janson’s ancient tomb coming to life. Lord Kenny Bred was emotional as he spoke. In recent years, Lord Kenny was determined for New World Royals to prosper and boast before The Nine Mainland. However, they were always overpowered by the strong South Cloud Royals and North Star Royals. When the Heavenly Alliance was established, Lord Kenny formed an alliance but eventually was still disrespected by Rogart, who was below him. This displeased Lord Kenny.

It would be hard for Will to sneak around, even at night. From his sneaking around, and paying attention in classes. Will had learned that the kingdom this town was a part of, was a feudal monarchy. The hierarchy had the king at the top, followed by the nobles, and then came knights and commoners. The kingdom of Rothfeld, named after the royal family, considered itself a civilized and learned kingdom. To Will's surprise and relief they were civilized enough to have diplomacy with demi-humans, and even abolished slavery. Although this made Will happy, he had no illusions about Goblins. Even if they were a type of demi-human, he wasn't sure, Goblins were probably too barbaric to even be consid

And these two personal servants that grew up in Artemia as part of the Royal Ark clan’s numerous branches, they are rigid in accepting the rogues. After all, rogues are werewolves that were abandoned by their clan, or left their own clan in their volition which leads to them being cut off from the blood link that connects them to all of their clan members. Such a thing of leaving their own ancestral link is looked down on by those werewolves that fully follows the teachings of their clan for generations. So the two personal guards felt that strolling around a place filled with rogues is not a thing that their crown prince should do.

"You think you want to fill your brother's shoes?" "I do. My uncle is no different from my father, even though they don't see eye to eye. They want the throne for the same reason my parents are holding on to it with tooth and nail. Gavin cared about the people, and I think they deserve that." "If you want to, then why would I have a problem with it?" "I can't rule and live outside the island. I mean," she fidgeted with his fingers. "I can travel and stay out for months, but I have to be here for most of the year."

If I cannot give birth to a son for the royal family, I am not a proper queen, even if I have protected the entire capital. I'm suddenly bored, and I even miss Lowa. I miss running and laughing with her, not playing games with these hypocritical nobles. But I can't leave Nuri, I can't leave him alone with these disgusting hypocrites. I took Nuri's hand and motioned for him not to get angry. He has done too much today. If he went up against the nobles again, it would only lead to their collective revolt. Although the Nuri has always been strong. Now he has the country's army. But the nobles also had great, traditional power. Their children are distributed among the various armies, and they ha

I spend the day in the garden, soaking up the sunlight and memorizing the list. Ambrose has laid out the names perfectly with their titles next to each name. His 'pack' and the nobles overlap, many of them supposed shifters. There are only a few nobles living at the palace that are human but they seem to be traveling through and not in the king's close circle.

I whisper, reading the caption underneath. A history book, not a very new one judging from the yellow, worn-out pages. I grab a chair, sitting next to the fire, abandoning my quest for a bath. "Following the ancient war between wolves and humans, there arose the strongest immortal warrior from the ashes of destruction, forming a secret territory - the Lycan king's secret kingdom." Immortal... I stare down at my bandaged hand. What could an immortal king possibly need me for? The door pushes open. I snap the book shut, looking up as a man walked in, dressed in a white robe, carrying a first aid box in one hand, and a suitcase in the other.

I asked, hating how my voice sounded breathless and eager, like a drowning person reaching for a lifeline. He smiled, and it transformed his harsh features into something devastating, dangerous beauty that should have sent me running. "My name is Roland Blackthorn, and I rule the Rogue Lands outside the city limits," he said, each word precise and weighted with meaning. "I need a queen, someone to stand beside me for three years and help legitimize my claim to territories that traditional packs want to steal, and in exchange, I will make you the wealthiest woman in Crescent City and give you the resources to destroy anyone who has hurt you."

The wolf in me snickers at the thought of little red riding hood stumbling upon us in our cottage deep in the woods. I know that life in the woods isn’t so idyllic. The King’s men actively hunt rogues. It is a distant King of history that created this tradition of exile, victory, or death. He thought it was noble and protected the line of succession. Rogues were the outcasts, orphans, criminals and radicals. Unworthy of the kingdom and destined to die.