Roaming Nobles Novels & Stories

I have started a lie too late for the truth now. “The rogue’s numbers have significantly increased, it seems that wolves like the idea of a non-traditional pack”, snarling in disgust he began pacing back and forth. “Apparently his quite handsome and charismatic”. “Father, there is no way The Rogues will ever outnumber our pack” furrowing my brow in confusion. I had never seen my father this nervous about a rival pack, the Red Crescents had always been the largest pack in the southern hemisphere, as one of the five original werewolf packs our bloodline was royal, and the pack was one that garnered respect.

“We are gathered here today to deliberate on the rulership of the kingdom.” Romeo High Tower’s voice was incredibly loud for someone who had a body as slim as his own. His voice has a silvery charm to it, one that could make anyone fall under his persuasion. “There have been oppositions from different angles of the Land. Especially from the Nobleman of The Nine Wolves. It was indeed true that a brave wolf would come and take control of our lands alongside the unknown Queen who had been promised to us. The land is suffering from infirmities and hunger. Until the unknown Queen assumes the throne and begins to rule, we will continue to suffer and lack.”

“Just take my word for it. Aethelgarde may not be the best sometimes, but it looks like heaven compared to some of the other places out there.” Adira just nodded, accepting Braxton’s answer and his clear desire to move on from the topic. “So, we need to cross Aethelgarde with nowhere to stay, no supplies and a group of guards searching for us who are pretty likely to kill us on sight. Sounds like fun.” Braxton smirked mischievously, “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little adventure, Red.”

“Normally, they are loners—no pack bond, no loyalty, hardly a threat on their own. But lately, they have been banding together for some reason. We’re not sure why.” A shiver ran through me at that. Back home, rogues rarely organized, and if they did, it was easily snuffed out due to lack of discipline. But if they were attacking entire caravans of people here, especially nobles, then that was a chilling thought indeed. … Neil My wolf stirred restlessly. “You’re thinking about her again.” “Shut up,” I growled under my breath, turning away from the window. “I am not thinking about her.”

“Rowan risen from the dead. The Moon throws lightning at farmers. Or my favorite: that Kael actually smiled at someone in the capital and three nobles swooned.” “Two nobles swooned,” Jace corrected. “And that was from fear.” He tapped the parchment. “No. This is about rogues.” Aria’s shoulders tensed. “What about them?” she asked. “Traders from the south‑east say bands that were scattered before are organizing,” Jace said. “Not just raiding. Gathering. Meeting in the wild places on purpose.” “Rogue packs,” Talia said. “That’s not new.”

A new dawn has arrived and in its wake, a new king is crowned. The proud Kingdom of Camelot had collapsed, the Knights of the Round Table had perished with it, and a new empire rose from its soils born from its people. The new empire is named Neo-Macedonia, ruled by Aurelius Parabellum II, grandson of Augustus Parabellum. Althreya Pendragon, the last queen of Camelot, and her most loyal knights fled from the ruins of Camelot and chose to live a simpler life in the northern region. She returned to the ancestral home of her mother in a small region called Colchester. Albeit being smaller and less grand than their former residence, Althreya and her knights led a life of hunting beasts and slayi

"Besides, the guys who went after Mr. Louis and those four nearly martial ancestors old masters this morning? Definitely from another noble family." "Let's drop it. There's no point in hashing this out any further," Howard said, setting down his cup with a disinterested tone. For him, the goal had been met. The fate of the Southern defense marshals was not his concern. The other noble families? They would have their day, but not just yet. That was a game that needed time and the right moment to play. Howard glanced at the rotund figure of Mystical Chubby. "Abbercrombie's latest medicinal ingredient has some real treasures. Make sure they're put to good use!"

She thought he could smell the sweet, pungent zing of ozone in the air. The wind buffeted them, swirling the satin-like fabric of her white robes around her legs as the first drops of rain began to pelt down on their heads. She wasn’t used to the damn robes—she much preferred trousers—but this was what the Sechuan traders had given her to wear until her “owner” chose another robe for her in the owner’s personal colors. According to what she’d been told, each class had its own color—one way to distinguish the nobles from the lower classes. The nobles wore a distinctive blue color, with the intensity of the hue increasing as the rank went progressively higher. The king and his family, for exam

While the troops were beating the rebels, Uncle Ronald explained information about the nobles who led the rebellion. "Don't kill them right away, just gather them here. Other nobles who are not on the list of rebels have also sent invitations here," I said after Uncle Ronald showed me the faces of the rebellious nobles. "Wanna take Noa along? She must really like this," Noe said to me. "Just let him practice" "Okay," Uncle Ronald saw Noe obey me dumbfoundedly, Queen Danirmala who was worshiped as Dewi Danirmala and no one dared to them even obeyed an ordinary man.

If there is strength and connection, they will definitely do everything to get their hands on this omega. Rose closed her eyes and felt her senses. "I was worried for the two nobles," she said, opening her eyes and staring at the ceiling. "You know how enthusiastic they are when they know that those two are noble. Even if they don't know which family they belong to, they will definitely do anything to get them."