The Rogue King Who Loved Me Novels & Stories

Evelyn said with a serious expression. “And why is that?” I folded my arms, suddenly feeling offended. “Because if you did. You'd be dead, Princess.” Hugo responded and my folded arms slowly loosened and dropped on my lap. “What are you talking about?” “The King’s wolf is rumored to be the Rogue King.” That made me gasp, I covered my mouth with my palm and horror filled my eyes. “He is the Rogue King?” I asked and Hugo quickly shook his head.

His gaze holds mine for several seconds before he looks down at his drink. I chew the inside of my cheek while wondering if I should start asking him questions about his time as the King of the Rogues. Everyone knows the history, of course. The Roguelands was… nothing back then. A deep, dark forest. Dark enough to hide in. Dark enough to disappear in. He gathered an army there out of misfits, bandits, and slaves. He ruled as king when there wasn’t anyone to rule. He overthrew an evil regime with forces whose training was nothing more than a life of survival in the same forest I’ve called home for so long. He understands. He’s still the king there, in some shape or form… at least, until Maeve

The rogue sticks his dirty finger into his ear to clean it as he speaks then wipes it on his shirt. ‘Can anyone get any more disgusting?’ Ember even looks a little green from his actions from my mind. “Who’s the Rogue King?” Hunter asks, but the rogue just shrugs shoulders as if he didn't have a clue. “The Rogue King is above all. He is all, he is our keeper, he is our master, he is our deity.” The rogue smiles.

I stormed out of the room, unable to be close to her any longer. Ever since the day I saw Alison on the battleground, I’ve been unable to get her out of my mind! I even ran into a physical problem when Otsana tried to seduce me! I never had that problem before! It was infuriating! Then I find out that Alison is the rogue king’s lost daughter, and she had been living here all this time, which meant the rogue king had more than enough reason to wage war against us.

I said, getting ready to kill him with the weapon they gave us. He quickly stopped me, which was what I was expecting. "Wait! I'll tell you everything you need to know, as long as you promise to get me out of here!" "If you talk fast enough, we can end this as soon as possible," Ruth replied. "Tell me, who is the Rogue King?" "That's just the name the leader gave himself. He is not a real rogue; he's just using the rest of us to get his goals. He's someone of high rank and high society, who is also very close to the Alpha King," he explained.

“Are you awake?” As a faint smile formed on my lips, I straightened upright and nodded. “Yes” “Excuse me, may I know where I am?” I murmured softly. I could barely speak loudly because I was weak beyond measure and at that instant, a woman approached me with a smile on her face. “Congratulations” I furrowed my brows in puzzlement. “Congratulations?” “Yes, congratulations on being picked as the Rogue King’s Breeder” Initially, I had to glance behind me just to confirm that the individual she referred to was standing there because it couldn’t possibly be me!

“What happened to him after he left my pack? Did he come to the royal pack immediately? How did he become king? Was he part of the royal pack before? How did he become a rogue?” My heart ached. “He must have suffered,” I murmured. “A lot.” The thought hurt more than his cruelty ever had. A knock sounded at my door. “Come in,” I said absentmindedly. The door opened, and Zora stepped inside. My expression changed instantly. Hope flared in my chest. I rushed toward her, grabbing her hands without thinking. “Zora,” I said urgently, “how did Jayden become king? Was he part of the royal pack before? What happened to his family? Why did he become a rogue?”

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

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

Well, the only useful thing she did during the period he was avoiding her like plague was to learn things about him from Roga. Isolde learned about his favorite meals, wines, hobbies, and thankfully, Roga answered them all because she knew all about Draco deep down to her soul. And all the while she learned them, Isolde felt the sweep of familiarity in her chest. Like she once knew someone who loved fish soup and quince wines. Someone who derived joy in hunting.