Roxy Morton Kingsman Novels & Stories

“You know they’re two gossip sessions away from an aneurysm, right?” “Good,” he murmured. “Gods, you’re romantic.” --- Kael I should have been immune to her. But she walked in—silk clinging, chin high, eyes bright with defiance—and I forgot how to breathe. The court vanished. Their chatter became dust. Only her remained. Riley Ashford. The rogue. The storm I couldn’t tame. And I, Kael, Lycan King—breaker of armies, ruler of centuries—burned like a fool.

The air around them got thick with tension causing his High Council to jerk out of their seats. Amaya who origins were unknown had long black hair that was always braided going past her hips. Her eyes were the color of the sea not typical blue but almost green like. She was said to be older than the King himself ranging in the 2,000 mark. Her demeanor was way worse than the kings. Cold doesn’t even suit her range of emotions. “Lazarus! You of all people should know better. Drop him this instance!”

Later on after we've had lunch, I text Scott. *Hey, meet me outside in five, Roxy is here* He replies back seconds later. *Cool, see yah* Before we leave I try to warn Roxy about calling him names but when we're outside and Scott appears, Roxy fails terribly at following my instructions. His hair is a dark brown shade, his eyes a gunmetal blue that's so commanding, he is a well built guy and I swear I spot Roxy staring at his abs which are popping on his tight white tshirt.

The king’s beta, Jareth, steps out too and his heavy dominant presence shakes me from where I stand. When his greens land on me, he changes direction immediately and walks straight toward us. “You were with the king,” he snaps. “What happened to him?” “We… we—” Why won’t the words come? Why can’t I speak when it matters? Roxy steps in front of me to protect me. “My lady was on a peaceful walk with the king to the Moondile. While they were conversing, an attack occurred. She believes the arrows may have been poisoned. She returned only to get immediate help.”

Lyric Two Omegas immediately spring to action and push the doors open. Weiland steps past them, followed by Dexter, and then Weiland’s voice booms through the dining hall. “I present his majesty, King Noah Roarke, and his Queen Lyric Roarke.” It’s so absurd that I almost start laughing, but I keep myself contained. There isn’t even a twitch around Noah’s lips, which tells me that this is something serious, something sacred, and important.

Blake POV As I kill the wolves, I look over to see the alpha king holding Tammy in the air by her throat. Suddenly this fear wash over me. The fear of losing her again. My beast starts to fight for control, to get to Tammy. I let out a deep growl, quickly making my way through the wolves, knocking them out the way. I'm not going to lose her again, I can't. Once I get to the alpha king, I quickly shove my sharp claws into his back and push until my hand comes out through his stomach, causing him to release Tammy, dropping her to the ground. I pull my hand out his body and watch as he drops down to the ground.

“You slept for so long that I began to worry you would never wake up.” “How long was it?” I rasp, my voice hoarse from a combination of disuse and lack of water. “Five days,” the man responds. “Who are you?” I interrupt before he can continue. “Ah. Of course. Where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. I am Clay Denvo. The king of the rogues,” he says as he gestures widely with his arms. “I didn’t know that the rogues have a leader,” I respond coolly.

My eyes fly open when Prince Ezran says that, my cheeks heating up and I make to remove my hand from Roy’s crotch but he tightens his hold on it. Oh my goddess, they knew what I was doing. So embarrassing! “I’ll send one of my men if need be. Be sure to lend me your warriors.” Roy says as the two Princes stand up. The moment the door closes, Roy lifts me up and places me on the table before claiming my lips in a hot kiss. He sweeps the glasses on the table away and they shatter on the ground while he cups my head and carefully lowers my body on the table before leaning over me, kissing me hard with so much passion that I feel dizzy and I don’t think it’s from the blue drink.

I asked, my heart pounding. Alexander’s eyes took on a distant look, as if recalling a long-forgotten memory. “All I know is that he’s called ‘Master.’ That’s his only title, and his true name is known to none. But he’s said to be an incredibly powerful Alpha, one who commands the utmost respect.” Alexander looked at me with a seriousness that made my blood run cold. “He is the hope of the rogues. He is believed to be the one to unite all the rogues into one. They call him the Rogue King.”

Master Ama Clinthon did not look like an ordinary man—but like a king of a kingdom, whose mere presence was enough to tame everyone in the room. “WAIT! WAIT, WAIT!! I can’t handle this atmosphere anymore!” Roxane suddenly burst out, her eyes spinning around the glittering surroundings. “Are these golds for real?! It’s overwhelming, like a bank just moved all its gold bars here!” She walked forward as if she didn’t care about the people bowing, heading straight toward her dignified grandfather in his royal attire. Without hesitation, she grabbed his arm as though they’d long been casually strolling together—even though they hadn’t.