The Rogue King Who Loved Me Novels & Stories

However, he pulled out a syringe and started to draw out some wolfsbane to insert into the rogue if we were not happy with his next statement. “Let’s try this again. What does it mean?” I ask again starting to lose my patience. The rogue nervously eyes the needle before saying, “It means they need her to perform some sort of ritual.”. “And?” I ask. “The ritual will ensure the Rogue King will continue on,” he says. “Who the hell is the Rogue King?” I ask him confused as hell. “Nobody knows who the Rogue King is. He gives the orders, but we never meet him. He connects with Kyle, who gives us our orders,” he replies.

Even the vampire king, too wanted me dead, I could not believe what I was hearing. So the rogue king was playing both sides, he planned to kill both me and the vampire king but he wanted to enlist the vampire king’s help in killing me and after doing that, he would then kill the vampire king and have all the power for himself. I was enraged just thinking about it. How dare they talk about me and treat me like I was some disposable nobody? I kicked open the door and barged in. The rogue king looked shocked to see me appear so suddenly but his expression immediately became hostile.

Ahead of her knelt a man cloaked in darkness, his crown shattered at his feet. The Rogue King. But when he looked up, his face was hers. For a long moment neither moved. The wind scraped across the crimson plain, dragging ash in slow spirals between them. Mia’s throat tightened. “You wear my face now?” The Rogue King smiled faintly. “You gave it to me. Every choice, every spark of anger you refused to admit—you shaped me out of what you buried.” “I didn’t create you,” she said, stepping forward. “I inherited you.”

Those were his words. A man whose face I'd never forget, walked into our house and I watched from where my mum hid me and my sister. I watched him smile to himself as he realized that there were no soldiers to fight, just my dad and my mum. The Beta had gone to visit his family and wasn't around. My parents were unlucky. I remember the man calling himself The Rogue King and he claimed that he was on a mission to get rid of all the Alphas he could find. My dad was his first target and I watched as he clawed my mum’s chest, before removing her heart. She died on the spot.

I had walked into the throne chamber where our Alpha and lord, the rogue King, sat when Simon had staggered in with two others flanking him. “My Lord! I have come with news!” He shouted, his breath ragged, dried blood stained his tattered and frayed clothes. The metallic smell of his own blood mixed with that of a royal warrior. The rogue king: A disgusting man who cared for nothing or anyone except for power. A tyrant I served loyally only because I wanted revenge for the death of my mother. He waved one of his slave girls over as Simon knelt before him. I propped myself against one of the stone pillars ready to hear Simon's excuses about why they came back empty-handed and, of course, to w

Rogue king cooed with no remorse in his voice. " You know how much I Love you and seeing this sexy body of yours I lost control." The Rogue king said trying to stop the witch from crying. " It's okay. I love you too" The witches replied in her hoarse voice believing his words totally blinded by his fake love. " I knew you'd understand" The Rogue king Smirked as he leaned down and stare into her eyes. " I can't wait to marry you" the witch murmured not noticing the disgust in Rogue king's eyes.

Pain shot through my body, “Help! Someone help me up! Get a healer too! Oh no...my baby...” My voice echoed through the hall, but no one came. That's when a voice thundered from the entrance, shouting at me. “Move aside! Make way for King Valtor North. King of all Rogues and ruler of Nytheris" The name made my stomach drop. My heart pounded as several figures approached until they stopped before me. I lifted my gaze and froze. The Rogue King stood before me. Beside him stood a woman draped in regal finery, every inch a queen. “Winter?”

He paused for a while, and continued, "You are my nightingale and will be mine forever. I only loved you, I love you and I will love you for the entire life. And for the next upcoming births, I want you as my life." Tears dropped down. He kissed my eyes whirling me. It was stopping the tears. "I only hated you in the past," I whispered in an apologetic tone. "But now you love me," He snuggled around my neck. "Yes, but I never expected you so soft as you are treating me. After all, you are the king of the mafia world," I uttered with a little courage. Calling him cruel means awakening his sword. "Does mafia king have not to heart, feelings?" He asked making me shut.

"Forgive me, my king. This is a letter from the Rogue King, King Logan Knight!" "What's the matter?!" I took the envelope from my assistant and read his letter. It has his stamp marked in red at the bottom of the paper. The logo of his kingdom was on top, along with its name, Shadow Rock. "Hmm! Prepare a feast. We will have important visitors tomorrow night. The mighty Rogue King and his Beta are coming to our kingdom!" I placed King Logan's letter in the drawer and got up. I fixed the collar of my suit before patting Henry's shoulder. He had been my assistant for years and the only one I could trust. "My king, what is the purpose of his visit?" He asked, curious. I walked past him and stood

A pause. “Because I verified it.” No emotion. No explanation. Only fact. I shook my head slightly. “I can’t say that.” “Why.” Not curiosity. Not debate. Demand. “Because I’m—” I stopped. “That sounds wrong.” His gaze did not change. “You are what you are.” Then, as if to end the argument entirely: “I am Tyrant Luciano Zarkov.” A pause. “And I am a rogue who took this continent.” His eyes locked onto mine. “So speak.”