Romans & histoires Way Of Kings Prologue

“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!

Tim says as he paces forward towards me. I continue to step back as the warriors stand with me moving in front of me. As quickly as they are there, they are surrounded by three rogues each. With the wolfsbane in their systems, they are unable to shift, and I watch in despair as the rogues destroy the two warriors in front of my eyes.

It may seem harsh but given all the changes I have implemented to make the pack a better pack with which people wanted to ally themselves, forcing people into the life of a rogue was a small price to pay. Being a neighbouring pack with Moon Shadow held its advantages too. I had made sure they were the first alliance I secured given that Darkness and Moon Shadow had been enemies for longer than anyone cared to remember. Though since Jayson still hasn't returned from wherever it is he has disappeared to, it was a friendship which was really beginning to struggle now.

I expected the water to be scalding hot from the amount of steam rising off it its surface, but it was just perfectly warm. Once we were inside, Hunt slid his arms around my waist and kissed me hard, his tongue seeking mine with determination. When we broke away, Hunt moved his hand towards my jaw and forced me to look up at him. "It was prophesied that I would meet you, by an elder," he told me, his green eyes glowed underneath the moon's bright glare. "I didn't want to believe it, but I can't be away from you either." "Why didn't you want to believe it?" I asked.

Damon has grown up with her, though he cares for her because she was his pack member but that didn't mean she would cross her limits. He didn't know when she changed so much. It was all fine until she started looking at him in a weird way. Everything changed when their pack was taken from them. He became stronger, gathered all his men and kept the pack together. Being a rogue wasn't easy and as he was late Alpha's only son. It was his duty to protect his people. As a rogue he has to battle against many other rogues and small packs. He became ruthless, cold, merciless. He became the lone King of the rogues.

“Come, we’ll have a toast and then take action. May everything go smoothly. Cheers!” Soon, the operation to hunt down the leader of the Poison Alliance began. Meanwhile, in the Yenico camp, a mysterious guest arrived in the tent where Clarissa was located. It was none other than the Progenitor Emperor, Arthur Ohger! Clarissa looked at him and said, “Your Majesty, I followed your plan and led the army to attack Florence’s camp, but the Wolf King returned and brought back a powerful aid, which led to our failure. “The fault in this matter does not lie in me. I’ve done my best according to our agreement. Now, it’s your turn to tell me the antidote.”

I slammed the link shut, ignoring Callum mentally flinging himself against the barrier I’d put up. I ran for forty five minutes solid until I came across my first problem. “Jeremiah, rogues ahead, surrounded by sage,” I mindlinked. “How many, my King?” “Five.” “Whenever you're ready, my King, we are too.” On the count of three, we jumped straight in, taking them out in no time. I shifted back, moving through the camp looking for anything that might prove useful. There was nothing at all except for a load of wolfsbane syringes. This group must have set up before they knew the Rogue King had Ava.

Henry*** Diego's gaze softened as he stepped forward, his presence both commanding and strangely comforting. The years between us seemed to lessen in that moment, as if the distance, the tension, and the pain of the past were finally starting to unravel. His eyes held a complex mixture of pride, regret, and something deeper—an unspoken understanding of the weight of the role he had played in my life, both as my father and the Rogue King.

"Sophia must complete the ceremony today. What the hell is wrong with you?" Right at that moment, the iron gates on the edge of the square were kicked open. The border Warriors flew out like kites with broken strings, crashing onto the long tables. The man dressed entirely in black walked in slowly and methodically. Behind him trailed a squad of werewolves reeking of a foul stench. He wasn't an ordinary Rogue. He was the Rogue King—the king of stray wolves whom even the Council couldn't handle, commanding the largest Rogue camp in North America. The territory in his hands wasn't on the Council's map, but it was larger than any official Pack.

“If you think what I’ve just said is slander, then you’ll be quite surprised by everything else I have to tell you. There’s a story you should all know. Once I’ve finished, you can decide if it’s true or not. *** The day of interrogation passed quickly and soon gave way to nightfall. As a warm breeze blew through the wind, I took a deep breath. Despite the nice weather, I felt a chill and couldn’t get warm. I was too plagued by what Roxy had told us. According to the sorceress, the first king of Wegalla had used the great sorcerers of Ewonmiams to win wars and annex Packs that now belonged to Wegalla. After appointing himself the king, he betrayed the sorcerers and launched a purge against t