The Rebel King Novels & Stories

"Shiv'ra will do penance for their role in this unrest but as their new king has given us free reign to punish the offenders, their sanction shall only be for a year." Murmurs of assent rang out from the crowd. "Hear the words of the king!" The herald announced. "All hail king Nicolas! All hail king Nicolas!" His people's cheers followed him out of the courtyard and into the castle. The doors shut behind him giving him much needed time to breathe. "Ruling becomes you, my King." Odeya's husky voice came from behind him before warm hands landed on his shoulder easing him into the chair. "How are your legs?"

Malik’s posture shifted, ready, alert, authority radiating like heat from a furnace. “Who are you?” he demanded. The figure bowed low. “A messenger, Rogue King.” For a moment, all I heard was Scarlett crying faintly from the nursery. Then the hooded man spoke again. “The rebels grow restless. Wolves across the nation are angry, at the King, at his hunter mate, at the soft peace. They haven't forgotten the Spring River massacre. They whisper your names, my King. Crimson Rogue. Rogue King. They say you understand what the wolves have forgotten.”

His sharp eyes scanned the horizon, and every now and then, Sera caught a flicker of something in his expression—something that spoke of the burden he carried, the weight of the fallen king’s past that he could never fully escape. For a moment, as they trudged through the snow, Sera allowed herself to look at him more closely. He had been a king, once, revered and feared by his people. But now, he was a rebel—a leader who had chosen to fight against the system that had destroyed him and countless others. He had given everything up, including his past, in pursuit of a future that was uncertain at best. “Caelum,” she said, her voice breaking the silence. He glanced at her, his expression unrea

Because now it's impossible to be like that . My life has been changed a lot since then . I have become a professional assassin . Who would kill people . Just to earn money . That's what I have been doing for years and so . Now there is no point in turning back . I always come here so that I won't ever forget the mission I set for my own self , years ago . I need to take that bloody bastard down in order to take revenge for my father . And I will succeed one day .

So this is who Theo took after with the temper. "What my Dear?" He nonchalantly stared at her,"This human is nothing special in comparison to a rock. She is useless to this kingdom." "Father!" Theo boomed with rage burning from his suddenly almost pitch black but gold ringed eyes," Enough! I will not allow you to ever insult my mate in my presence. Get out!" "Pardon me?" The man seethed as his chocolate brown orbs turned an almost pitch black colour like his son's, "I will not tolerate such disrespect, Pup. I am your father and former king!" He growled.

He had the build of someone who’d done hard labor his entire life, all thick muscle and scarred knuckles. “We got ourselves the King’s new whore,” he said, and several other figures emerged from the shadows behind him. “Gonna have so much fun with you.” Panic clawed up my throat, and I tried to move but the constraint of the ropes couldn't let me move. "Who the hell are you? What do you want with me?" the man snarled, "We, your hughness are THE REBELS!! A group of people whom your king...your husband had ruined their life and wants nothing but revenge, to show the King hell and we will start with his new queen."

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.

I had expected cheating or something along those lines. To kill him? Who would want to do such a thing? It was unthinkable. "Who sent her?” She seemed surprised I didn't know it but who could blame me, I wasn't well versed in anything to do with the royal family. “the king's greatest rival, King Charlie of the other kingdom" she told me. Oh, I hadn't thought they were rivals at all. I had heard of King Charlie, his rumored ruthlessness but I hadn't heard of him being rivals with Rhein.

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

“Could it be that these rebels were werewolves who had intentionally chosen to oppose the kingdom?” "You're right, princess. The rebels who ambushed us were werewolves. These werewolves have lost faith in the current royal bloodline's ability to lead. They disregard the laws and do not recognize the sacredness of the royal bloodline. Instead, they rally behind a leader known as The Plunderer. There's a rumor that this Plunderer is a terrifying, ruthless creature driven by greed for wealth and power. Many even refer to him as the monster."