Roxy Morton Kingsman Novels & Stories

Elisa said with a smile, staring straight into Roxy's eyes. "If you dare lay a hand on Robert, I, Roxy Sloan, swear that I'll fight Blossom Hall to the bitter end!" Roxy was suddenly enveloped in a shimmering white glow as a formidable pressure surged forth, striking everyone present with a profound sense of dread.

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

“Alpha Nate? Maybe Alpha White?” Shaking my head, I rolled my eyes at her. “How about just Nate?” “How about Rogue King?” My eyes narrowed. “Don’t even joke about that. I’ve got enough on my hands. I don’t even have a pack that’s fully functional yet.” “Alright, alright. Still. Solaris was the Rogue King.” “It’s not passed down like that, Lor.” She shrugged. “I don’t know about that. Compassion and strength go hand in hand. They also come in pairs.”

“We’re going down for breakfast and bare in mind that my f*cking name is Kaheel and not Xavier and if you disrespect me in anyway I’m going to tie you naked to the tree in the centre of the pack lands as punishment. No one disrespects a king and lives, especially if it’s outdoors...so keep your mouth shut if you want to stay in one piece.” Celia scuffed. “You kidnapped the wrong girl, might as well you switch me for Celeste. You’re going to have to hang me naked because I only know you as Xavier and not as a f*cking king...but as a rogue.” She pivoted on her feet and marched over to the door opening it up. She glared at the men who stood by the doorway and just when she was about to open up

Damon muttered, his eyes glued to where my hand rested over my heart. The door opened again, and the third brother walked in. The one with the midnight-blue fur. In human form, he was devastatingly handsome, with hair as dark as his wolf's coat and mischievous green eyes. He moved with a lazy grace that felt more dangerous than Damon's obvious strength. "Well, look who's awake," he said, a charming smile playing on his lips. But his green eyes were sharp, missing nothing. "I'm Reece. And you've caused quite a stir, little omega."

They tried to walk up to them but their way was blocked by Scorpions and Walton's guard and then another war began. The newly fresh blood once again kissed the ground, many mortals and a few immortals embraced the darkness and fell into nothingness. Sasha forced her feet to move just like Ragnar forced the blade out of his chest as he stumbled back while holding onto his chest. His expressions remained neutral, almost blank...too blank. Her lips trembled when he slowly tilted his head at Leo. A small smirk finally kissed his sharp features and it looked like a promising destruction of her brother. "So it was you all along." Ragnar rasped with a little nod. His eyes slowly traveled down to Le

His lips landed on mine while his tongue slid right into my mouth, his lips tasted so yummy that made me lounge for more. He skillfully explored my body, his touch gentle yet electrifying, eliciting a powerful response. His soft breath heightened the intensity of our passionate encounter. As he gently and slowly laid me down on the bed, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with desire. I pulled him closer, savoring the taste of his kisses, while my hand explored his back. Just then, a loud knock echoed from the door, but it didn't interrupt our intense moment. Bruce announced, "Jackson, I have some news, Marcus has been chosen as the leader of the MoonHunter!" Despite the interruption, Jackson'

Every eye tracked the hunters, the stiff shoulders, the wary glances, the way Harris still tapped where his holster used to be. Jo shrank closer to me, baby tucked tighter to her chest. Ronan’s hand brushed mine. “Ignore the staring,” he muttered. “They’re just trying to add things up.” “What’s the sum?” I asked. He smirked. “Hunters plus wolf equals drama.” “Good,” I said. “It’d be boring without it.” We crossed the stone and climbed the steps toward the main entrance. The doors opened before either of us touched them. King Xavier stood in the foyer with two guards behind him.

I groaned a bit but didn't give them the pleasure of hearing me cry out in pain. I smiled at them, " that was powerful" I say, " your name is Clover Doharty, correct?" He asked. I frowned, "wha-""technology has improved" he simply said. " If you already knew, then why?" I ask, he smirked " it's fun watching rogues suffer" he said " wow! That's not sadistic" I muttered with an eye roll.

He might not like having feelings for Fiona, but he did have them, so this had to be especially difficult for him. She arrived less than five minutes after she was summoned, and when she entered the suite, at first she swept in with an air of confidence that quickly crumbled when she saw Harper, Bennet, and Tucker seated with the king. Her doubt was betrayed by the quicksilver morphing of her expression before she regained control. She straightened her shoulders and sounded colder than ever when she looked only at the king and said, “I’m here for you, Your Majesty.”