The Rogue King's Surrogate Novels & Stories

We all looked at ourselves in disbelief talking with one another. How could it be? In my little understand, it would take months before the Rogue king could come but here was the Alpha of the pack saying he was already here. "I know you all are a little bit bothered by this news, but I need you to understand that the rogue King isn't attacking now. He wants to gain as many disciples as he wishes to, before coming for a strike" His words were scaring me. I began to wonder if I could take on the rogue king. From all indications, the rogue king was the prince of the dark kingdom and had harnessed his power forcefully from the dark realms.

"Sophia must complete the ceremony today. What the hell is wrong with you?" Right at that moment, the iron gates on the edge of the square were kicked open. The border Warriors flew out like kites with broken strings, crashing onto the long tables. The man dressed entirely in black walked in slowly and methodically. Behind him trailed a squad of werewolves reeking of a foul stench. He wasn't an ordinary Rogue. He was the Rogue King—the king of stray wolves whom even the Council couldn't handle, commanding the largest Rogue camp in North America. The territory in his hands wasn't on the Council's map, but it was larger than any official Pack.

Out. “What is happening?” Someone asked loudly in a voice that betrayed his panic. Above the chaos, I heard my father’s words clearly. “That is the first sign of a rogue, and the main reason why I’m very glad to give her up as a treaty offer. Terri Casper has gone rogue.” He announced. Fuck. I’d given him exactly what he wanted. A proof to sentence me publicly. Seducing another werewolf’s mate wasn’t enough reason to send me to Errendor. But going rogue, was.

“We don’t know what his motivations are. We don’t even know who he is. All they can tell me about him so far is that he is a rogue with one eye, who styles himself as The Rogue King.” The Rogue King. So my instincts that there was a mastermind behind the rogue incursions had been correct. There was a singular entity pulling the strings. I spun to the men who were chained to the wall. “What did he give you to perform these kidnappings?” I demanded, looming over them. They cowered away. “Nothing, Alpha.” “Nothing? No payment?” “Some of the girls he allowed us to spare and keep as slaves and servants.” one admitted, “It’s the legend that makes us do it. The prophecy!”

They need to find her soon, just a single clue and they will fucking ruin the person who dared to abduct their mate. *** Rose opened her eyes slowly. She saw that she was alone in the room. The man was gone. Rogue King. That's what he called himself. Does it means that he is the King of the rogues? But how is that possible? Her mates are the only Kings on the earth. It meant one thing. The man is not a King. He is just another rogue who who calls himself the King. Rose remembered the way he tried to have his way with her, his touch made disgust crawl upon her skin. Tears former in her eyes. She needs to get away from here but how? She can't even do anything.

Niklaus said, grabbing they woman's hand and walking away. "How boring he has turned." They Lord of Viscoria sighed. He wasn't the Lord for nothing, or because he was elected. His father had being the alpha before him. He wasn't just an Alpha. He was they Alpha King. He ruled Alphas that ruled their clans. His eyes shone Amber and his wolf snarled. He knew why, but he was not going to let his wolf control him. He had they control not his Wolf! TBC

"The person who accessed the file used a proxy, but the signature of the intrusion matches two previous incidents connected to Aldric Morse's organization. We can't prove it in a legal sense yet. But we know." "Who is Aldric Morse?" I asked. The question landed in a small silence. Cael came around the table and sat down across from me, which meant he wanted me to actually hear this rather than receive it across a distance. "He's the other primary candidate for Alpha King," he said. "He leads the Eastern Coalition, four packs in the mid-Atlantic region. He's been my main opposition for two years." He paused. "He's also the kind of man who views people as problems to be solved, and his methods

“That’s not a patrol call.” “No,” Silas said grimly. “It’s a gathering.” Her pulse spiked. “Why would they call a full gathering?” Silas didn’t answer immediately. And that told her everything. “They know,” she said. His silence confirmed it. --- The Rogue Realm didn’t have a capital. It had a center. A massive hollow carved into the bones of the earth itself, surrounded by towering black stone pillars etched with symbols that predated every pack law ever written. This was where rogues came when power needed to be recognized.

I let out quietly, and suddenly I feel him growl deeply into my neck before he begins kissing my neck slowly, his grip tightening around my body as I feel him tense. "Mine..." He lets out with a low groan, his tone possessive as he keeps me closer to him. I press my lips together and force myself to breathe normally, but I don't manage it. I bring my hands to his chest in an attempt to push him away, but I only find myself pulling him closer. I can't believe this is happening to me right now. Cole Drakov is the Rogue King... and here he is... having me pinned against a tree as he kisses my neck and claims me as his... and the worst part is...

She was now living deep in the forest with a group of rogue werewolves - werewolves who had been kicked out of their packs for breaking laws or being too dangerous. The rogue camp was hidden in caves and old abandoned buildings. It was a dirty, dangerous place where only the strongest survived. But Ariana didn't care about the danger. She only cared about one thing - getting revenge on Austin and Rosemary. "I need to find the Rogue King," Ariana said to herself as she sat by a small fire in one of the caves. "He's the only one powerful enough to help me destroy the Vinci pack." The Rogue King was a legend among werewolves. He was said to be the most dangerous werewolf alive, someone who comm