Romans & histoires The Rogue Heiress

the rogue begged me, his voice cracking. "Please! Because the hunter possesses the silver gun that could kill me!” I stared down at him, my stomach turning in disgust. I refused, trying to kick his hands away from my legs. "Let go of me, you monster. I won't help you." The rogue’s grip tightened, his fingernails digging painfully into my skin. His face twisted into a wicked, desperate snarl. "If you don't help me, the silver gun can kill you too, girl! Don't you get it? I know what you are. You are an Empress, forbidden amongst wolves. If he catches me, I will tell Herth who you are, and we will both die!"

the rogue says, “he won’t take it with brute force first. He’ll take it with leverage. With sickness. With hunger. With deals you can’t refuse.” My skin prickles, thinking of the Queen upstairs, pale and failing. Tessa whispers, “He’s looking for his heir.” The rogue’s mouth tightens. “Yes.” “And do you know who?” I press. He looks at me for a long moment, then shakes his head once. “Not a name. Not yet.” His eyes narrow. “But I know he’s spooked. That’s why you got six rogues in a garden, he’s searching fast. Desperate.”

To survive. For herself. For the baby. Yet she couldn't. Not while someone needed help. One of the rogues stepped forward. He was enormous. Nearly seven feet tall in human form. Scars covered his bare arms and neck. His dark eyes narrowed as he studied her. "You should go back inside." His voice was rough. Dangerous. Seraphina tightened her grip on the lantern. "If she's injured, I can help." The rogue laughed. The sound held no humor. "She'll probably die."

Yet, somewhere along the way, he had found himself providing for nearly two thousand creatures he had barely even known when they first arrived. At first, he didn’t want any of it. He despised responsibilities and had no desire to become anyone’s keeper. But as time passed, he gradually grew accustomed to their presence. More importantly, he began to see that many of them genuinely wanted to change—to leave their troubled pasts behind and build better lives for themselves. He might be a cold-hearted Rogue King, but he still carried his father’s blood. And perhaps, despite everything he had become, there were parts of his father that he could never entirely cast aside.

He held a sharp piece of shattered red glass right against my throat, pressing just enough to cut into my skin. "You good for nothing rogue," Rook hissed, his voice low and filled with rage. "You tried to steal the wine and even dared to hurt an innocent servant.” I swallowed, feeling the cold edge of the glass bite into my skin. My left eye was swollen shut, but I forced my good eye open and glared straight into his face. "So what?" My voice sounded a little raspy. "That guest is probably throwing a fit right now. Good. I hope he makes your life hell."

" I cut him off with a cough. Their attention was turned to me, " who is this?" Blondie asked " she's the rogue we just caught dumbass" sadist answered irritatedly. Blondie's eyes widened " the rogue is a 'she'?"" Yes fool! I told you through the mind link" sadist said fustratedly.

“Alpha Rex says they're going to fight rogues... Rogue are those bad wolves with red eyes, right? The ones that don’t seem to have much rationality?” “Yes, that’s right.” Mamie nodded, fiddling with a few towels she checked for holes before throwing them in the box she was giving for Daphne. “They are all wolves who were expelled from the pack and abandoned by the moon goddess. They have always been around and will attack any creature that comes near, but they’ve always acted alone...” She stopped and frowned, “I don't know why, but over the years they started to organize, getting bolder and bolder.”

Rogue’s voice came out harsher than the intention. “Have you met her before?” I asked and she shook her head. “When I was Yelena, I was born before Klaus and I used the clues I had been gathering before that lifetime to search for Pandora. Pandora is a narcissist obsessed with everlasting youth like a hag to a mirror.” Rogue paused as she lifted Sky who was asleep and dropped him in the bed beside mine. “Long story short, the curse is beyond her power alone. You should rest; the days will get harder than it already is. Goodnight.”

“Yes I do, Elder Sara.” “And you understand what would happen it turns our that you were lying right?” “I do Elder Sara.” Joanna answered. Elder Sara looked behind Joanna, “And may I ask who are you?” She asked the two extras that followed in behind Joanna. The woman and the man walked up beside Joanna. “Good evening Elders, I know that we showed up unexpectedly but giving the situation I couldn’t let one of my own show up without any guidance.” She paused and let the Elders looked between each other. “My name is Nuala Evergreen, Queen of the Rogue Empire.” There was gasps between the Elders as well as in the room the loudest one coming from Mila. She was one that always wanted to meet the Q

If his eyes could be a laser, I was already dead earlier. “I was planning to tell you when I came from auntie,” I muttered, lowering my gaze. “And where is your aunt?” He raised his eyebrows. “Who is she?” “Alessia Hearst. She’s an illegitimate child of the King with an American woman. She didn’t wanna be a part of it, So she lived here for the rest of her life. The same woman I met at the gala.” “The woman in the restroom,” he quickly added. I nodded to confirm.