Rob Stark Novels & Stories

The kind they romanticize from a distance and the kind who’s supposed to live untouched, unbothered, unruined but life at Blackthorn has a sick sense of humor, because the only person who truly notices me… is the one I should fear most. Rolan Baranov. Only Heir to the oldest Bratva line, he’s beautiful, devilishly handsome with a face blessed by God himself but Cold, ruthless and violent in nature. There’s a rumor he didn’t speak until age ten and another rumor that he killed his first boy at eleven. I don’t know what’s true, no one else does… What I do know is that he has hated me since the very first day we met.

I was told he specializes in the use of knives and daggers and was more deadly than a raging bull. He had no tattoos on his body and he always had a mean look on his hardened face. Real name, Jack Lansing.Storm, the big brains, the hacker. Real name,Michael Angelo. Not all that tall,5ft 9,with thick black short hair,styled in a Mohawk.

Abbie I looked at Hunter with my eyes wide in shock. Did I hear him right? Bella's mate, Brandon, is THE Rogue King? I have been searching for him and asked far and wide if anyone knew him, and no one ever knew who he was! I mean, as far as I could go, of course. Sadly, I was around humans most of the time and rarely talked to other werewolves besides those in my pack, but STILL! Brandon Watson is The Rogue King! I think I'm going to cry. I am trying to hold back tears and not cry.

A knock came on his door and, already expecting Edward, his best man’s arrival, he beckoned to him. “Come in.” the door opened and someone stepped inside, but from the sound of their footsteps, Xavier knew it wasn’t Edward. He immediately turned around and saw Robb, looking ready in a three pieces robe made with royal blue velvet. His grey hair look shorter than the last time he saw him and his beard looked almost like that of Xavier’s. The alpha of alphas looked great, but Xavier wondered why he came.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

Aquias said. I shifted as I reached the door. I couldn't care less if anyone saw me naked! I walked in and headed straight for the shower. Today has been the shittiest! I still can't believe that my slut has an Alpha for a mate! Oh, and he's not just any alpha, he is the strongest alpha on the entire west coast! The Rogue King doesn't even compare in strength to Braxton! I know that once he got his hand on what he wanted there would be absolutely no way to get the item or person back! At first, I didn't remember Braxton when he first confronted me at the gym, but upon further digging, I found out that I knew his dad!

I slam the door behind me. I jog down the front steps and head to my bike. "Luke!" I turn around. My friend, Bobby, comes from the side of the house. Bobby Sloan. You might remember his brother, Blade. Bobby's smaller, but has same type of biker look his brother has. Long, black hair. Dark, menacing complexion. Loves to fight. Just a really cool guy. The Sloans are the Betas of the place. If I ever took over, Bobby would become my Beta and that's cool with me. I really don't trust anyone else.

And those frequencies were screaming. #RogersStalker was trending globally at number one. Not #RogersEspionage. Not #GenevaAttack. Their names, fused together. He tapped it. A video clip, already with millions of views: the moment Anton turned to him during the press conference. “I trust Sabatine Stalker with my life… He is my partner in this fight.” The clip ended on a freeze-frame of Anton’s face, the expression there stripped of all billionaire aloofness, raw with a conviction that was terrifying in its intimacy.

Alpha. The men rose. Even my father stopped breathing. I did not turn until he passed me, and when my eyes caught sight of him as he looked sideways at me, I knew exactly why they froze. It was Dimitri Volkov. Alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The monster whispered about by wolves and humans alike. He stopped in front of the table. “Why is there a girl on my floor?” One of the men cleared his throat. “Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.”

The man who had appeared right after her funeral and promised me a life of stability, one that I never even asked for. I forced myself to smile when though I wasn't in the mood for that. “Thanks... Dad.” The word sound strange on my tongue. Victor chuckled. “You’ll get used to it. Damon’s waiting inside. He’s been looking forward to meeting you.” I seriously doubted that. From the few photos I’d seen, my new stepbrother looked like pure trouble. He was tall, dark, and seemed to have an attitude. The heavy front door opened before we even reached it.