The Rogue King Who Loved Me Novels & Stories

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.

“What is this situation? Hahaha, for me the sole reason I became King was you.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and he continued inching his face closer to her until he was so close she could feel his breath on her face. He grabbed hold of her arms, shaking her. “If you leave me, what do you suppose I do?” “Your joke is going too far…” she whimpered. Placing his forehead on hers, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “You must believe me, even if no one else does,” letting out a sigh and continued. “I am a man who became King for you were the King’s flower.”

That was the world of the rogues, either you killed or you would be killed. And with him being the current King of the rogues, you won't imagine how many people had tried to kill him, wanting his throne. After all, to become a rogue King, you had to kill the current King and then you could take over. And well...Axel was the only Rogue King to survive this long without getting killed. After he killed the previous Rogue king as a young teenager, many had come for him thinking he was weak. Only to regret it as they faced his devil-like wolf and only their deaths. Nowadays not many even bothered to try to take him on from being scared to lose their lives.

I asked, hating how my voice sounded breathless and eager, like a drowning person reaching for a lifeline. He smiled, and it transformed his harsh features into something devastating, dangerous beauty that should have sent me running. "My name is Roland Blackthorn, and I rule the Rogue Lands outside the city limits," he said, each word precise and weighted with meaning. "I need a queen, someone to stand beside me for three years and help legitimize my claim to territories that traditional packs want to steal, and in exchange, I will make you the wealthiest woman in Crescent City and give you the resources to destroy anyone who has hurt you."

Weird. "Why are you in my territory rogue?". Straight to the point I see. "I came to look for you my handsome prince of darkness. " I said wiggling my brows and winking at him. He looks bewildered and is he... blushing? Oh Sexay! Well damn.

The threat of vampires returning had seemed to vanish in the face of the threat of rogues. As strong as he was, they didn't have a strong enough leader to get them to agree or to organize a unified plan. Pack leaders argued, shifting the responsibility to whoever had the territory nearest to where the rogues seemed to be heading. No one wanted to think about finding the source of the problem, content to just fight rogues as much as they could. They needed a king. He returned to his pack, exhausted from the trip and frustrated. His wife and luna came to greet him, accompanied by Blade, the leader of their patrol. He shifted carefully and wrapped himself in the robe his wife gave him before ki

" I ask in disbelief. Rogues are werewolves that have either been kicked out of their packs or left their packs out of their own free will. I'm surprised about there being a rogue king since rogues don't submit to anybody. Those who left their packs out of their own free will didn't want to be ruled and guided by any pack rules which was why they became rogues in the first place. "Yeah. A mean motherfucker that's highly despised by everyone. No one knows his name. No one knows the pack he was originally from and no one has ever seen his face before, he's only known as the Rogue King and by his despicable reputation. I'm afraid that after you, he's the one the citizens of Silver Moon fear the

“Get her out of here!” All of a sudden, a voice boomed through the hall like a snarl. Oddly familiar as it sent goosebumps spilling over me and a shiver skating down my spine. “Give her to me and the peace treaty is sealed” I didn't bother looking. It felt as if I looked, his gaze would crush me into smithereens. “King Riordan?” The Rogue King. “I don't want the Omegas, the food tribute, and the gold bars anymore. I want her,”

She hated his guts and rejected him, but the king didn’t let her do as she pleased, so he defies her and takes her against her own will. Will they tolerate themselves as they live together, or will each try to kill themselves for the hate they feel? Will the ruthless king have a change of heart when he finds out who she truly is? And will she believe that love truly exists? Meet King Nikolas, The King of the Ruby Crown. And Rose, a queen who became a rogue since the moment she lost her memories and home.

As I headed towards the stairs, I saw an older man I’d never seen before, but the resemblance to Kalen was undeniable. “Ah, you must be Alyssa,” the man said, his tone friendly. Okay, so he knew me. “Uh, yeah. I am.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Rogue King Elijah.” This was the rogue king? I stood there, stunned for a moment. He looked so normal. Like any other man. For some reason, I’d expected something more. Something more… conniving, wicked, tricksy. Yet the king wasn’t any of those things. Realizing I was staring at him, I snapped out of my daze and said, “Oh, hello, pleasure to meet you too.”