Rogue Heiress Novels & Stories

"Rogues have attacked here before, but never at the scale of what happened the other day. And if this story's even partially true, their goal is to resurrect the first rogue in existence. The one who was sealed." Tanya's voice dropped. "And... you think that resurrection is tied to BlueMont?" Robbie nodded. "With Bonnie gone and taking the barrier with her—one only she could cast—the rogues finally had an opening. A place they've been trying to conquer for some time." Tanya's face paled slightly. She turned and grabbed my wrist. "So?" "So..." Robbie said quietly, "Bonnie most likely inherited that blessing of the Moon Goddess. And that likely means the first rogue is sealed in BlueMont."

Pain shot through my body, “Help! Someone help me up! Get a healer too! Oh no...my baby...” My voice echoed through the hall, but no one came. That's when a voice thundered from the entrance, shouting at me. “Move aside! Make way for King Valtor North. King of all Rogues and ruler of Nytheris" The name made my stomach drop. My heart pounded as several figures approached until they stopped before me. I lifted my gaze and froze. The Rogue King stood before me. Beside him stood a woman draped in regal finery, every inch a queen. “Winter?”

“We can't go to anyone inside the pack. Not yet. If Clara’s behind this, she could twist it before the truth comes out. We need someone who isn’t bound by the pack’s politics.” “The Rogue Healer.” I hesitated. Jax’s mouth curved in a grim line. “She is the only one reckless enough to meddle with spells like this.” The name alone carried weight. “Fine,” I said at last. “We would go. Tonight.” **** The Rogue Healer’s hut lay deep in the woods, where even the moon seemed reluctant to shine. A smell hit me before I stepped inside, herbs crushed with something metallic, almost like old blood. She looked up as we entered, her eyes strange, like they belonged to someone who had seen too much of the

“Sienna is my heir.” Everyone in the room, serious men and women, nodded as Richard said so, like that was something easily believed and accepted. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. To go from being the unwanted daughter… to being loved at a glance… and now also an heir? Sure, the rogue territory wasn’t officially recognized by the other packs or the Alpha King, but I could tell just from entering this place, how large and organized the rogues truly were. If Richard was the Rogue King, did that now make me the Rogue Princess? That new title helped ease all the open sores remaining on my heart.

"Oh, Grandma, I don't want to take anything from anyone. I never asked for any of this." "Of course you didn't, sweet child," Abigail purrs. "That's what makes you so deserving. You have grace, humility, proper breeding. Everything a true heiress should possess." I notice the way servants place elaborate dishes in front of everyone else but hesitate near me. The food looks exquisite, perfectly prepared, yet I don't reach for anything. My hands remain in my lap, my posture perfect and my expression serene. Vivienne doesn't bother with subtlety.

And nobody can take away from that. I closed my eyes, listening to Alexander's steady pulse under my ear and the brilliance of the ballroom lights behind my lids. I realized then that my inheritance was more than simply money; it was the ability to change the course of history, open doors, and rewrite the rules. And by placing every bid tonight and funding every scholarship, I had shown to the world—and to myself—that the heiress's real strength was not her wealth but rather her belief in making a difference in people's lives.

139 They sat down across from each other. Even while sitting, Rhayghar appeared huge. Vera couldn't help but slip her hands around his arm and pull it in her lap. She titled her head to rest it on his arms and inhaled deeply. "You know I am the Rogue Huntress, the renowned she-wolf who's taken the responsibility of the world in her own hands. It wasn't planned, though." Her lips upturned in memories as she narrated how it all started.

Jasper said, calm as stone. “He says…” The Rogue’s voice thinned, but he pushed it through his teeth anyway. “He says return the heir. Bring her to the clearing under the Blood Moon with the staff. Bend. He will spare your mothers and your pups. He will let the Holdfast keep its roof a little longer.” Rage rose in me so fast I had to swallow it like bile. “He took my mother.” The Rogue looked at me with something like pity, which cleaved me. “He took what he always takes,” he said. “He thinks the taking is love if he calls it that.”

And now, in this territory of Moonhollow Ridge, a simple elder dared to treat her like a stray rogue? "Nythra, let it rest... He is merely a servant-wolf, unworthy of your claws..." one of her she-wolf followers whined, trying to soothe her trembling shoulders. "Precisely. It is merely a tacky stone sanctuary anyway. Who cares if our pack is barred from eating their meat?" "If that elder fails to recognize your high status, he deserves to have his hide flayed. You are the Ravencrest heiress—a single raven sent to your father and this entire mountain will be burned to ash!"

Before Samuel or I could say another word, she stepped closer to the rogue. “You knew he was Jacob's son?” Her voice was demanding, disbelief and horror woven through every word. The rogue looked at her. For a moment, his expression was almost disbelieving himself, as though he could not understand why she was still asking. Then he tried to laugh. It came out broken by the tears streaming down his face. “The Rogue King has known for so long,” he said. “Months and weeks. He knew the boy was the heir to the Red Moon Pack.” The rogue continued, his words interrupted by ragged breaths. “Kill the heir and leave the pack without its future.”