Way Of Kings Prologue Novels & Stories

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

“Over five hundred years ago there was a great prophet known to all three worlds. One night as he slept he had a strong vision of a war between the worlds. The cause of the war started by the greed of an evil dark king, the prophet saw darkness grow inside this king, and the darkness began poisoning the world he ruled. It began to grow dark with evil and poison across the world. The evil king’s strong desire to rule all three worlds and kill the royal families darkened his heart. Sadly, your father was the first.” My mom said sadly looking at me then continued, “The Prophet saw a child being born two years after the evil king began his rule, it was a special boy from one of the Royals.” I lo

All wrapped around one child. And then the old healer whispered words that changed everything. "The bridge of two kings has awakened." Silence. Absolute silence. Even the power seemed to hesitate. "What does that mean?" My voice sounded raw. Broken. Desperate. Mira looked at me. Then at Leo. Then toward the palace windows. Toward the distant lands beyond Moonstone. Toward Crescent territory. Toward Silas. "The prophecy never spoke of a king." Her voice was ancient. Heavy. Certain. "It spoke of a bridge."

Whether they didn’t want me to risk using up more of my life force, or they just forgot I existed, I don’t know. “Will you be able to walk back?” asked Jenny. “I shall,” said Keezy. “Nothing will stop me from returning to tell the others the Worm King has come.” “Will they really be nice to Kungen now he can scare off the big worms?” asked Flossie. “The Worm King was foretold in prophecy. The one who will reclaim the night. No one really knew what it meant or even if it was anything more than a story to tell children. I certainly never thought it would turn out to be my own brother.” He spoke with great pride and put his arm around Kungen.

Evelyn said with a serious expression. “And why is that?” I folded my arms, suddenly feeling offended. “Because if you did. You'd be dead, Princess.” Hugo responded and my folded arms slowly loosened and dropped on my lap. “What are you talking about?” “The King’s wolf is rumored to be the Rogue King.” That made me gasp, I covered my mouth with my palm and horror filled my eyes. “He is the Rogue King?” I asked and Hugo quickly shook his head.

Kane opened his eyes, his determination hardening like steel. He turned and strode toward the group of warriors gathered nearby. Jared, his most trusted fighter, was at the center, overseeing drills. When Kane approached, the warriors straightened, their expressions serious. “We don’t know exactly what we’re walking into,” Kane began, his voice firm and commanding. “But we know who we’re up against. The Rogue King is dangerous, cunning, and relentless. If we’re going to succeed, we need to be prepared for anything.” He gestured to a large map spread across a nearby table. It showed the known borders of the Rogue King’s territory, but much of it was marked with question marks.

Far away, the Prophet stood before a map now marked with glowing sigils. One had gone dark. One had turned silver. “So,” he murmured. “The first side is chosen.” He smiled. “Let the real game begin.”

The Kings past had built his empire on the bones of old gods. The guards stopped at a set of double doors carved with wolves and ravens entwined in battle. “Enter,” came the low voice from within and I stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by a crackling hearth and the faint, eerie glow of runes carved into the floor. The Rogue King sat at a long obsidian table, a glass of red wine in one hand, and a map spread before him. He didn’t look up right away. I knew better than to speak first.

Theo eyed Deacon with one eyebrow arched at his reaction to him handling the dagger. “By now, everyone gets burned,” the shopkeeper explained. “There are words on the side of the blade. You must speak them to activate the sword?” “Activate?” Amos grumbled uncertainty. Theo glanced at him then shrugged. He inspected the words engraved in the crystal. “Unlock the doors of truth and I shall be a beacon,” he murmured.

"I heard there's a place two states over that takes in rogues. That doesn't ask questions. I've been walking for six days." "Heard from who?" "Wolves talk. Especially the ones running from something. Word gets passed hand to hand, garage to garage, whoever's willing to say it out loud." He looks at Wells's arm, still close to his throat, then at me, like he's trying to work out which of us actually decides what happens to him. "I didn't come to cause trouble. I came because I didn't have anywhere else left to walk to." I believe him. I believe him the way I believed Piper the first night she stood in the bay door with her arms wrapped around herself, and Wells must see something in my face,