The Rogue Prince Audiobook Novels & Stories

the rogue said passionately. “He believes what he is saying. He must have been deceived into coming here to commit suicide,” Ian said shaking his head. “I wasn't deceived. I will be the king of this Kingdom when you fools have been destroyed,” the rogue said making my blood boil. Sheila stirred in my head and my eyes flashed golden. The rogue gasped in surprise as my eyes reflected all over the cell he was kept. He shrank into himself and closed his eyes as his lips and body began to shiver.

Fuck! “Let me go.” I yelled into the shadows. “In due time.” The Rogue King said as he stepped into the torchlight. I had seen him in my dreams countless times, but dreams didn't really prepare me for the reality. He was big… So big. Bigger than Nicholas, taller than Aiden. Scars crossed his face like a map of old wars, each one telling a story of betrayal and survival. His hair was dark, streaked with gray at the temples. And his eyes —

His nails elongated and his pitch-black eyes turned darker shade and the veins of it turned bloody red – the rogues roared like they were being intimidated yet they still tried to attack him. The prince didn’t even flinch and slash the poor wolf using his bare hands, and it whimpered in pain. It split into two and was thrown mercilessly to the ground causing a loud thud. Dark blood suddenly crept into the soil, so as to take the last breath of the unfortunate rogue. Prince Raven smelled the fresh blood – making his nerves snap a little, but his strong determination to go after Shahara was to the moon that he didn’t wait for the rogues to attack him.

Far too late. A rustle tore through the trees. A growl like thunder. The ground shook beneath her body. Seraphine’s smirk finally fell. “He’s here,” the Prince whispered, trembling. “The Monster Alpha…” Silver eyes slashed through the night—feral and furious. The Rogue King. The richest, strongest, and most feared Alpha in history. He shifted mid-stride, towering, lethal fury carved into every line of his body. His gaze locked onto Aurelia— —and something ancient, dangerous, and possessive snapped inside him.

his voice quivers with ecstasy—the world will tremble at his might and glory. A shiver slithers down my spine, not from fear, but from something darker. Something wrong. “He showed us,” the rogue continues, his lips peeling back into a bloody grin. “The glorious day. The day he will sit on the throne, his queen by his side. The day we all live in his paradise!” A strangled sound escapes one of the warriors behind me. “This bastard is completely out of his mind,” he mutters under his breath, but his body betrays him—his hands shake, his breath comes in short, uneven bursts.

It was because of his dangerous persona that made the environment heated. While the air grew thickly tense, came the hunchback forward holding his head. He had pressed the end of his dirty serape on the cut while his eager eyes brightened and widened when his mouth began, "My alpha king, Princess Lisa shared her story with the rogue she found in the Brave blood pack's woods and is now seeking training from him. I'm afraid she is learning very quickly, and from what I have heard, the rogue is very soon going to take her to some shrine and break her wolf free. He has also promised her your throne back."

With unwavering determination, I mustered the courage to look into Tania's eyes, ensuring that she understood the sincerity of my intentions. "I have something to tell you as well. I have been holding onto it for a very long time and I believe that now is the right time for you to know. The last time that I tried to tell you, I was distracted and right now after hearing everything you've said about your identity and what happened to your kingdom, I came to realize that I have way more than my true identity to reveal to you. I am sure that you have already heard that I am a Rogue from Crescida and I hail from there, but you are unaware of what made me go rogue and now I am going to reveal eve

I sit up straight. Great-aunt!? That sounds like the joke of the century and I laugh, somewhat bitterly. I am a man known by many, yet unknown to none. To some, I am just Draco. Mostly, I am known by reputation– the faceless Rogue King, the mysterious land grabber, and many more that people cry about. Here in the Serbia Empire, I am Aleksandr Kresnik III, the new Head of the Dragon Dynasty and successor to the Serbia Empire throne.

Cinnamon whimpered as we flew through the forests but her discomfort meant nil to me. The day trickled to night and night to day without a stop. My anger kept rising until we hit the jackpot. When we reached the rogue kingdom barrier, I dropped Cinnamon down and signaled with my head for her to get on the spell no matter her condition. No one had found the rogue kingdom before and that was because it was cloaked. I would tear through their magical walls and burn their whole sham of a kingdom down. I did not turn back to my person because I was drowning in anger and thirst, thirst for blood. I kept pacing, puffing out hot air as if I would combust to flames. I paced until the ground laid out

“You’re leaning a little too hard into your nature side there, Evangeline.” I laugh, a light, musical sound that fills the car. “What can I say? I’m just channeling my inner fairy godmother!” I twirl a lock of my hair, pretending to cast a spell. “Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo! Baby magic coming through!” “Okay, okay, I think we get it,” he says, shaking his head with a grin. “Just don’t start flying around when we get there, alright?” I gasp, pretending to be offended. “How dare you! I’d never fly without my wings… at least not in front of you!”