Novel & Cerita Rotmg Beginner Pack

My trembling hands pushed away the curtain, and the blinding morning light made me squint, but I struggled to keep them open to take on the grand sight outside this carriage. Towering ivory walls reaching up to fifty meters, seemingly reaching for the horizons, and a luxurious blackwood double-door gate embossed with a ruby-eyed ebony wolf howling to the heavens highlighted by golden lines, as if the giant black wolf with blood-red eyes is ready to leap out of the gate and massacre its enemies. The entrance to the core power territory of the Rogue kingdom exudes a terrifying momentum of bloodshed and carnage. It perfectly fits the image of the Rogue werewolf race that I have learned and hear

PROLOGUE The Lycan king's secret kingdom consisted of three main packs. The Shadow Pack: crafters of weapons, strongest of alphas. The Crimson Moon Pack: known for their omega healers and every form of dark sorcery. And the Red Fang Pack: merchants and travellers. Every wolf knew the basics. And there was an immortal Lycan king that wielded a scythe, working in the shadows, making sure the packs coexisted and keeping the wolves from enemies.

"Someone patient. Someone who won't run at the first sign of difficulty." "I understand." “Well for both pur sakes I sincerely hope you do. Your job is simple: bring his meals, clean his chambers, keep him company. Make him comfortable." "I can do that, Alpha." He nodded with a smile, “Well that is settled then. You are tp resume work immediately.” He turned to a man that was standing by the corner, “Now that we haver this taken care of we will neecguards too. I need you, to get the best and strongest men you can find and change his current guards. The Rogue king’s attacks are escalating, we cannot leave him vulnerable,”

The kind of man who liked being admired more than being loved. Not that it mattered to Arial. I’d caught her more than once ogling magazines with his half-naked pictures on the cover. His low-slung pants, that smug grin, and abs carved like they’d been sculpted by the Moon Goddess herself. Back then, he’d been a model. But after he inherited his father’s title, Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack, he’d traded the runway for the throne. The first car to stop was a sleek black Mustang. Alpha Jake stepped out…The Moon Howl Pack’s Alpha is from the western territory, just three hours away.

“And venom, when placed well, topples beasts larger than itself.” Lilith inclined her head, as though accepting a compliment. “So we have an understanding?” Magnus turned, lifting his arm to the hall. “Brothers! Sisters!” His voice boomed against the rafters, filling every dark corner. “Stormfang hunts a ghost. But soon, that ghost will wear our chains. The human Luna will be ours—and with her, the heart of every pack that trembles at prophecy.” Howls answered, fierce and hungry. Wolves slammed their fists against tables, stamping their boots until the hall shook.

There are the Moonshines, The viperthorns, The SilerBacks, and the Domeros. The Viperthorns weren’t even on that list until I took over. At the end of every year, every pack gets a chance to challenge the four regions for a chance to replace them. You win, and they demote the former pack. Being a part of the four regions- not the smaller packs underneath them- means you’re a premium pack and you collect a monthly f*e from every pack in your side of the region. I ran the east side, and I trained my pack members to take down the former east side pack ruler.

“We’ve been working on alliances since we took over. The goal was originally to establish peaceful relationships with a bunch of aggressive Alphas and to solve issues without fights. It became more and more over the years. We trade our knowledge, resources, and customs and arrange gatherings to help pack members find their mates. Help each other during attacks or with rogue problems.” “That sounds amazing,” I smile at the idea of the pack I knew flourishing with new members during gatherings. He nods, offering me a smile as he lays his forearms on the table. “It is. The biggest difference from our father’s ruling is how we treat rogues. We often offer them a chance to join the pack and give

she said as she walked back, carrying a bundle of black leather, "This is something you can't go another day without." My eyes lit up when she handed it to me. It was a leather vest, totally blank except for a "Prospect" patch on the front. My very own cut. "Prospects get the Blood Dogs colors—the insignia—after they patch in," Bonnie said. "Go ahead. Put it on." I was overwhelmed zipping it up. It fit me like a glove. "Looks good on you," Bonnie said as she poured us both some coffee. "Always wear it in the bar and when you're riding. Speaking of which, Red and Gunner are bringing your starter bike to the bar today."

she asks. “Matt came with a request today. He wants to start something new, that can get the pack to socialite. A bit like the tournaments, but only for the high ranked like alphas, Lunas, the betas, and the gammas/ head warriors. So smaller packs can get help from the stronger ones. Make a front to fight against the rouges.” I tell her, and she looks at me surprised. “It is a good idea. But why do I get the feeling there is more to it?” She asks and looks at me.

I sat down. The first letter was from the Alpha of Stonefall Pack. His name was Crest, a man I had met twice at kingdom summits and found cautious in the way that cautious men are when they have spent their careers avoiding being on the wrong side of a decision. He had never been a threat or an ally. He had been a variable — something to be noted and not relied upon in either direction.