Rogue Heiress Novels & Stories

"More promises of protection from an Alpha who just reclaimed his own throne forty-eight hours ago?" Clara stepped forward from Kaelen's side, unhooking her twin curved blades and laying them flat on the center of the stone table with a resonant metallic clatter. "I don't bow to Citadel Alphas, Morwyn," Clara said, her voice dry and laced with cold authority. "You all know me. You know I watched my pack burn while the old Council sat on their hands in the Citadel. But last night, in the Iron Pass, Alpha Kaelen and Luna Elena stood shoulder-to-shoulder with my rogue scouts. We burned a full convoy of Crown artillery and poison to ash."

"Are you assessing your new kingdom?" ​Maya leaned her head back against his shoulder, letting her eyes close for a brief moment as her hands came up to rest over his forearms, feeling the hard, sculpted muscle beneath his suit jacket. ​"I'm assessing our kingdom, Vance," Maya whispered softly, her amber eyes fluttering open to meet his reflection in the dark glass. "Three months ago, I was a disinherited heiress fighting for survival in a Chicago board meeting. Today, we control the largest private defense and maritime conglomerate in the Western Hemisphere."

But it couldn't last, because in mid-December, Vex returned from one of her scouting expeditions with news that changed everything. She looked worse than I'd ever seen her—her face was gaunt, her left arm was bandaged heavily, and there was a kind of desperate urgency in her eyes. Corvin hustled her inside immediately, and the rest of us were kept away from the initial conversation. But rumors spread quickly in the keep. Someone had overheard. Someone had seen something. By evening, everyone knew. "The creatures," one of the younger refugees said, his voice shaking. "The Scourge. They're moving again. Vex saw them. A whole group of them, heading southeast, toward Karenthel."

“Yes! It’s like all light comes from her.” “So do you think that’s how the other’s found out about her?” I asked. “Absolutely! You couldn’t walk down the same street as her without knowing. If any of them saw her they would instantly know. When you can see her she just shines.” “We have no right to keep her here, if she is the Queen. She’s an orphaned rogue, what do we even do about that.” I said to her. Miss Evens smiled. “I have an solution to that problem. You see WE can’t really do anything about that but thanks to that big heart of yours I do know someone who can.” Her smile getting bigger.

Rogue king said as he made a sad face and tried to blackmail the witch emotionally. " I'm getting old. I need to have an heir but I can't have one until I'm on that throne. I don't want our heir to be born in this wasteland. I want what's best for our future child. Don't you want that" Rogue king said as he held her chin making sad eyes? " I want that too" The witches replied totally deceived and blinded by Rogue king's lie. "Then prepare the weapon" Rogue king ordered as he stood beside the window looking outside.

Yeah, I need an Heir but I can always get out from her later, right? I just need to get married to Marcella and stop getting confused. *** The next morning was better because I woke up like a demon with a new mission. Dad regained consciousness, Mum was now panting heavily with rants about Zenevieva's absence and I had new ways of increasing those rogues' punishments. As long as they are descendants of Zenevieva, Rogues remain the most disgusting and terrible beings to exist. I had a terrible nightmare again about that rogue princess stabbing me so hard and going straight to my eyes, screaming that I don't deserve to see the beauty of this world.

Don’t know what she told them but they all left. The She-rogue slowly made her way towards me now. I was still standing at Andrea’s side, supporting her stance and I was stuck between wondering how Rogues had their own language and wondering why she was walking towards me now. This Grouch surely has nerves coming close to me. I could fucking rip her into— “I’m no Rogue, Your Majesty.” She said, stopping before me and pointing to the huge scar covering two-thirds of the left half of her face. “I’m just one scar away from you identifying me.”

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k

I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.

Maddox snarls, his voice rough and bitter. The words hit like a strike across my spine. "No." That can’t be right. But there's something familiar about this, something in the way the rogue touches her, the way he looks at her. I’ve heard of it before, old stories, whispers passed between packs. Rogues being led by a powerful female. It’s rare, so rare no one believes it anymore. And if it's true... she isn’t who we thought she was. That kind of Alpha isn’t born in a pack. She’s rogue-born.