Roaming Nobles Novelas e Histórias

I announce to them. And it feels ridiculous to say it out loud, but I don't know what else to say. The Rogues are gone. Cole is gone. The entire situation inside the Gala has been left behind, and yet I know that the moment we return, every single person there will want to know what happened to me, and that thought alone makes my stomach tighten. Alaric doesn't seem satisfied with my answer. "Warriors, follow them, capture the Rogue King and take as many captives as you can," he orders sharply as he turns to face his people behind him.

“Save the chatter. We push hard today. Blackvein’s a shithole—coal dust everywhere, tunnels running deep under the hills. We smash it quickly.” By midday they stopped at a shallow creek to water the horses. Nero dismounted, stretching his legs. Rook tossed him a strip of dried meat. “Eat. You look half-starved after that ‘punishment’ yesterday.” “Thanks,” Nero said dryly, tearing into it. “Real generous. So tell me more about this lord. Why hire outsiders like us instead of his own guards?” Rook shrugged. “Guards are either dead or bought off. He is desperate. Daughter’s his only heir. Pretty thing, from what I hear—dark hair, sharp mind. Perfect for ransom or worse.”

She is unsure of the direction, even afraid to take the wrong step. Rena strolled through the mansion. She didn't see anyone running around. She believed that all were at the palace altar to enliven the palace. Shine's roar grew louder as she left the mansion, and her body was exposed to the moonlight. She ran through the forest with the capital of recklessness and looked for the highest and widest place. She hope all the moonlight seeps into her body. *** Finally, Nickholas and Romeo have officially become the leaders of all the immortal people. Their blood that had been mixed with holy water emitted a golden light. Their oath of allegiance is proof that they are ready to stand up to anyone

They all mumbled. After a bit of silence, I dared to speak out a burning question that had wriggled its way into my mind. “So the last king and Queen were…” “Supposedly Lycans- along with their son; Prince Jasper Adam Highmoon the seventh and any hope of us ever becoming a worldwide pack again.” Gloom descended amongst the Rogue officers; something tangible that clung to me as they mourned something they never had, something I could never imagine living without; a link to family- a bond to pack.

Knight Jur Weber bowed and left. Christine handed out the parchment and said to the crowd, 'You should have a look too. The people present read it in turn, and although their expressions varied, none of them showed any sign of cowardice. There were many nobles in the different countries of the continent, and it was normal for them to have conflicts with each other. It was not surprising that when negotiations failed, they would call out their troops to fight. According to the 'Treaty of the Nobles', if the nobles, including knights, were defeated and captured, their families could use their wealth to free them, and the captured nobles could not be killed.

“On the night of the party, all the nobles will arrive. From Nytheris and from the other tribes. They’re the wealthy and influential Rogues, the strongest warriors, and their beautiful wives. They’re the people you will be expected to associate with.” Her explanation, if anything, only tightened the coil in my stomach. The nobles she mentioned apparently couldn’t wait until the party, they’d already begun arriving yesterday. I had never seen them before, but I didn’t need an introduction to know they weren’t ordinary Rogues. Valtor greeted nearly all of them like old acquaintances and introduced me by his side. They smiled at me when he stood there. But the moment he walked away, they no lon

“I learned that rogue clans make alliances with shadow brokers, who sell secrets, fund a coup quietly, leak the location and identity of nobles during veil night, and arrange a chance meeting as in my case. As a result, young nobles sometimes disappear afterward, officially called “political withdrawals.” “Political withdrawals?” Lillia cut in. “Yes, but in reality, they are taken by force or as promised, or sold. I was taken by force and my family was erased for treason by breaking the veil accord.” “How did you escape?” Lillia asked again. “Conquest and war between rogue clans happened very frequently. This was my saving grace. I barely got away with my life. The former King’s entourage fo

Royal faction, anti-royal faction, and neutral. Anti-royal consisted of nobles both high and low. One duke, two marquises, three counts, and two barons’ families. All of them originated in the north, which was the most peaceful area. “This entitled freaks!” Shadow chuckled in irony. “I know.” Phantom shared the same sentiment. “What should we do?” Shadow scoffed. “We don’t have to think hard. It’s time for me to say hi.” Phantom leaned forward, rolling his tongue inside his mouth. “Is it okay for you to do that?”

A lust that I couldn’t explain. I read a lot about the Roessler family in my commoner days. Marlon Roessler was the most honored nobleman, master of the Roessler family, and the only one capable of competing with the King himself. Only the most fierce and coldblooded can dare compete with the King and Marlon happens to be that werewolf.

Vermeil cried and immediately helped Raine sit up on the seat. “No wonder…” Raine muttered as his eyes turned red. “No wonder I became her ‘incarnation’…” he said. “Same blood is running through our veins… Rayven, the knight… should he also have royal blood?” he asked as he looked at Vira. Vira nodded in affirmation. “The nobles share the same blood as the royal family because they are their distant relatives.” She said. “That is why if the royal family is no more, it was the nobles’ turn to rule the kingdom.” She explained.