The Rogue Prince Audiobook Novels & Stories

“South and west borders were hit simultaneously. They’re breaking through the outer gates faster than they should be able to. These aren’t normal rogues.” “How many?” I asked. Isaak’s jaw clenched. “Hundreds.” “Then we fight,” I said. He stared at me for half a heartbeat, like he still wasn’t done demanding answers from me, but then he gave a sharp nod. “Stay close,” he ordered. I gave him a level glare. “Don’t waste your breath.” He huffed something between a growl and a scoff. “Of course. Goddess forbid you listen to me.” Before I could respond, the south gates exploded inward. Rouges flooded through. Their eyes gleamed with a strange red shimmer, one I recognized instantly, from the thous

he growled, voice vibrating through the bones of the world itself, “away. From. Her.” That was not a request. It was a sentence. The young rogue stumbled backward so hard that he tripped over his own feet and collapsed in the dirt, hands scrabbling behind him like a terrified crab. “It’s him,” he croaked, voice high and broken. “It’s him… it’s the Alpha of Rogues, I told you. I told you not to touch her! Now we are al going to die!” But the leader wasn’t having it. His eyes, red rimmed, wild with both terror and pride narrowed at the boy’s cowardice. “Shut your mouth!” he barked, snapping his teeth viciously toward the younger rogue. “You sound like a whimpering pup.”

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

he gasped out, the words barely audible. My heart stopped. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My father, the one person I had always looked up to, had killed someone. And not just anyone, but the father of the woman I loved. I felt a surge of anger and betrayal, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. "What are you talking about?" I demanded, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. "Tell me everything." "He killed him and took the crown," the rogue rasped out. "Hailee's the rightful Alpha, and she's coming for you. She wants what's hers."

I felt like a fool to believe him, to expect anything resembling honesty from a Rogue King. Silas stopped so abruptly I nearly slammed into the broad expanse of his back. He turned, his massive frame nearly swallowing the flickering torchlight. "Shut up and follow me, Ivara," He growled, his voice a low vibration that seemed to rattle my very bones. "There are some things you need to know first."

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

She let out a slow breath, setting her cup down carefully before looking up at us. "Frederick Malcone is the Rogue Prince. The son of Malvin Malcone." A heavy silence fell over the room. The Rogue Prince? That was a name I had never expected to hear. Andrew sat back, his face unreadable. "So Henry has been dealing with the Malcones?"

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...

“You slept for so long that I began to worry you would never wake up.” “How long was it?” I rasp, my voice hoarse from a combination of disuse and lack of water. “Five days,” the man responds. “Who are you?” I interrupt before he can continue. “Ah. Of course. Where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. I am Clay Denvo. The king of the rogues,” he says as he gestures widely with his arms. “I didn’t know that the rogues have a leader,” I respond coolly.

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.