Rogue Heiress Novels & Stories

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."

Just looking at us. “We just came to check on you,” my mother said softly, placing her hand over mine. The touch should have comforted me. Instead, my chest tightened. “Thank you, Mom,” I said quietly with a gentle smile. She nodded, then straightened slightly, her tone shifting, subtle, but unmistakable. “You must always remember who you are,” she began. “Serena Blackwood, daughter of an Alpha. The future queen of this kingdom. You carry not just your own name, but the honor of your pack and family.”

I wanted that to be perfectly clear to every person who might ever think of it. I stopped breathing. A foundation, not a brother, and not a cousin. Cornelius had not simply stolen a child. He had stolen a child whose disappearance would have given him nothing, and I turned my head slowly toward the doorway. His face had gone gray. His hand gripped the frame so tightly that the knuckles stood out like bone, and I saw that he had not known. For twenty years he had believed he was the heir to an empire, and he had never read the sentence that told him he was only a keeper.

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"You should know it, even if you don't like it." "Say it." "The pack she's building — it's not going unnoticed. Not by us, not yet, but word travels. Rogues talk to other rogues. If she keeps taking in strays the way she's taking them in, it won't stay quiet two states over forever. Other Alphas are going to hear there's a woman building something out there that doesn't answer to anyone, and some of them aren't going to be as patient as you're trying to learn to be."

she said and paused "The winner of this task is already known to us since I called everyone's income out and so, Mitchell Campbell is the new heiress to the Campbell's properties" she announced "What?!! That's not possible grandma! How can you allow her to rule over us? You know how grumpy she is already. If you make her the heiress, she will be so full of herself and won't have regard for anyone" John said "I never mentioned attitude when I gave you the tasks. Mitchell won this so you have to accept her as the heiress and put in your best next time" Grandma said

I wish you all the best of luck Escliffe, you'll need it. Rogue opened his eyes and sat up on the mattress, wait mattress? He thought and grabbed a fist full of white sheets. His onyx eyes glanced around the room, it was not like the one he was used to. It looked as if it belonged to a royal, he brought his hands to his line of sight and was shocked to see that the skin tone was different. ‘You have to travel the journey you traveled’ the words of the mysterious voice echoed through his mind. Rogue calmed himself down and got out of bed, he exited his room and walked through the hallway decorated with fine diamonds and cobalt.

Eynas assisted his queen in her seat. Astra put her face to his face. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine" she mumbled and turned her redhead in front of her broods. "Let's welcome, the first heiress of the Erasmus Kingdom!" She growls. "And I declare war among dragons and humans! We will restore our dragon power, the Heart of Magic from them! Scream for me! Scream!" Astra made an extreme growl and all of them made a rumbling sound.

She could hear a man’s voice in Greek but she didn’t understand, so she spoke English instead. “My name is Sofia. I am here to see Sir Atlas Agavos. There was a brief moment of silence before the gate was opened and she entered the front yard. The mansion itself was quite spacious but the front yard was something else, it took her some time before she finally reached the front door and knocked it. Not long after, a middle aged woman dressed in maid attired opened the door for her and spoke in broken English asking Sofia to follow her. Sofia did and the maid led her to a room which could only be described as a study.

I'm a monster, a disgraced Alpha and now a rogue. I throw the door open, stepping aside so the little human could walk in first. Moi's eyes does a quick sweep of the interior, the first time ever being invited here. Moi then goes rigid before bolting to the center of the room. "Oh my.... Mother of hell!" She shrieks. "Is that what I think it is?" She drops herself to the ground gazing with concern at the animal lying on the rug. "It's a werewolf isnt it?" "Well it's not a fudging dog, Moi."