Novels by Royality_author

“Sebastian, we must leave for Brago’s Trail. His fate shall be decided after the council,” said Gargath, handing over a howl-letter bearing the king’s seal.Sebastian chuckled. “Is that so? This will be interesting.”“We ride at nightfall, if we wish to arrive on time.”“Aye. Ready the horses, and inform Vaxar, Faustus, and Faise—they ride with us.”“Aye, Alpha Sebastian.” Gargath turned to leave but paused as Sebastian raised a hand.“Wait,” Sebastian said, voice low. “Next time, do not disturb my peace. I will not have it, Gar.”Gargath scoffed playfully. “I heed my master’s plea.”“Plea?” Sebastian frowned, but before he could scold him further, Gargath vanished.Sebastian’s POVI would have no quarrel with leaving for the Trail, if not for Crystal and her brother being here.Now that they are, I worry for Ara. Leaving her alone with them may stir trouble.But what choice do I have? I muttered to myself after Gargath left.When I woke, the bed was empty. She had left before the fir

Sebastian’s POV I could feel it—her pain, sharp as a seax’s blade between my ribs. It was not my will to wound her, yet she held no weight in my thoughts at that moment. Ever did she bring storms upon me, and still, the sight of her weeping gnawed at my bones. Her tears alone were enough to unsettle me for days. Worse still, I had to endure these wretched siblings. "I remember now—this is the slave who won the games some days past. Aye, it is her. She sparks my interest, you see..."The bastard Lewis spoke, cleaving through my thoughts. I knew his gaze had settled upon Ara, but after the blood-price I took from him, I had hoped he would not dare to harbor such desires. "Interest?" I raised a brow. "What nonsense spills from your lips now, brother?" "Oh, dear sister, your wits move slow as winter ice. The slave who seeks your husband’s heart is the very one you just saw," he revealed. "What?!" Crystal whirled toward me, eyes sharp as frost. "What is he saying, Sebastian?" "

"Seb, I warned you. Ending the marriage so swiftly was a reckless move. And now, we’ve made an enemy of them," Gargath said as he dragged Sebastian into his chamber, shutting the heavy oak door behind them. "You think I know not, Gar?" Sebastian growled, his voice tight with unrest. "But what is the point in forging a bond with one I feel naught for?" "Oh, because now you pine for the girl who turned you away, aye?" Gargath shot back, his words edged with bitter humor. Sebastian’s glare could've frozen a fjord. Gargath exhaled sharply, then bowed his head. "Forgive me. That was low." "Seb," he continued more gently, "you could still go through with the marriage. Perhaps, in time, you two might find warmth in each other." "You forget one thing," Sebastian said, his tone quiet but firm. "I am bonded—to another. My soul has chosen. Even if I tried to love Crystal, or merely stand beside her as husband, my very body would betray me. It is not a choice anymore." Gargath swall

The Elite Order The horn had sounded. An emergency council had been called, and the Elites, bound by blood and oath, gathered swiftly beneath the stone-arched roof of the Old Chamber. A grave report had arrived—an outsider had crossed the sacred line, breaking the laws laid down by the First Howl. Varg, the high Alpha of the Elite Alpha Pack, had summoned them all. Each Alpha took their place in the Circle, as was their ancient custom. The chamber stood cold and still, with a great round table carved from mountain rock at its heart, ringed by twelve seats—each bearing the crest of its holder. Varg was last to arrive. Cloaked in furs dark as night, he entered in silence. He bowed to the Circle and sat. “Alphas,” he said, voice low as distant thunder, “I greet you on short notice. I come with news dire and strange. I have been made aware of the North King’s return.” Deves, seated at Varg’s right, stiffened. “The North King?” he said, voice sharp with disbelief. “Aye, Deves,” V

Ara's POV He stayed for a while. 
His hand rested upon my cheek—warm as the hearthfire. 
I did not speak at first, only listened to the silence that passed between us like a river in winter. 
But then came the memory. That night. The one where the sky burned red and the wolves howled without end. 
The night I broke him. 
No—not just him. 
His family. His blood. His soul. I whispered, like a ghost in the snow. 
“I am sorry… I am truly sorry.” He said nothing. His face was carved stone. I knew he didn’t understand. 
He didn’t know what memory had taken hold of me. 
And I didn’t blame him. Gargath had gone.
The air was quiet again. 
Only his scent lingered—strong and steady. Like pine and earth. Like storm and fire. 
His pheromones curled around me like a wolf’s fur cloak. 
I breathed them in, deep and long. 
They comforted me. 
The scent of forest after rain. The edge of a waterfall. 
The idea of him holding me… it stirred something deep beneath m

Ara lay still. Her body was sore and heavy. Even if she wished to open her eyes, they would not obey.
She was tired—deeply so. Then came voices. Cold. Familiar. “Sebastian, I know you are angry,” said Gargath, “but you cannot do this. Vaxar is still one of us—” “Enough, Gargath,” Sebastian cut in. “Betrayal is betrayal. I knew something was wrong the moment she agreed to let Ara join. She planned this.” “But—” “No more. Call the council. Vaxar must be punished.” Gargath could not change his mind. Sebastian had learned of Vaxar’s schemes.He was not pleased. Gargath bowed and left. He sighed as he stepped away—tired and disheartened. Then he heard a sound from Ara’s bed. He turned back. He smiled. “Are you awake?” No reply. He stepped close, sat by her side, and gently touched her hair. “Rest. You need your strength,” he whispered. He began to rise, but Ara’s hand grasped his. “Stay,” she said weakly. “What?” Her eyes opened, though dim. She could

Eric’s POV Aunt Greta told a story about my grandfather and his father. She said we were quite similar in many ways. Just like my father, we were both stubborn children. Grandfather fell in love as a kid while traveling with his father. Unfortunately, the girl in question was an ordinary Thai girl. She was beautiful, he said. His father wasn’t interested in creating such a connection. In times of war, a love that was supposed to bring people together instead created a rift between a father and a son. His father led to his first love’s death, and on his dying bed, he asked for forgiveness, but my grandfather refused. Aunt Greta wanted my help to convince my grandfather to visit his father’s grave. So here I am, standing in front of his door, hoping he would open up, since I have been coming for a week now. “Grandfather, you don’t need to act like this. I just want us to talk. This is your last warning.” No response from him. This was my only option. “If you don’t c

Philip's POV Everything feels like a dream. I'm trying hard to be friends with Eric, but it’s difficult, especially since he got married. He’s a changed man. He’s always smiling now. I heard he loves visiting Phoebe’s home country. The point is, he’s happy, and I’m just here in my office, drinking alcohol. We found out who attacked Eric—guess who? Rachael Li. I expected that. She’s unstable and needs help, which is why I sent her to a psychiatric hospital, since I’m technically her husband. But things are clear now. No hard feelings. She claims she has changed, and who am I to judge? I’ve changed too, but not entirely. I still lack the courage to confess and apologize to Diana for being a jerk. Six months should be enough to get my act together. "Ping!" "Who the hell is disturbing my..." I pause when I see who’s calling. "Diana," I mutter. I clear my throat and answer, "Diana." "Can we meet?" "Yeah..." "Someone wants to see you. Can you make it right now? I’m in front of th

A Few Hours Ago… Phoebe’s POV It was high time I faced my fears and made things right. I decided to visit my father. Mama accompanied me, and the moment we entered the police station, I asked her for some alone time with him. She nodded in agreement. I approached the officer at the front desk and politely asked to see my father. He directed me to the waiting area, where I took a seat and waited for him to be called. Soon enough, he appeared. He seemed to be doing well, smiling as he took his seat. “Is there something you need? You haven’t visited for a while now,” he said. “Been busy,” I replied. “Yeah, I can see that. You’re getting married.” “Huh!” I exclaimed, surprised. He chuckled softly. “Don’t be surprised. Your marriage to Eric is everywhere.” “Hmm. I just want you to listen. Will you do that for me?” He nodded. “I’m sorry.” “Huh?” “Don’t be surprised. It was bound to happen anyway,” I giggled. He chuckled again. “I’m sorry for being a bad father, for

Phoebe’s POV As expected of the most famous family in Singapore. Mr. Hong makes our unprepared marriage London to the public. Everywhere is flooded with the news of the number one bachelor’s marriage, ERIC HONG. It’s not easy being his soon to be bride. The hate is as equal as the love. People think king i don’t deserve to be with him. He is too precious for me. Catrina snaps at me interrupting my thoughts. “Girl where is your head. You can’t be distracted when you have a big wedding at hand. More importantly you are the bride” she points out. “Exactly” “Huh!”she exclaims. “What are talking about?” Ella asks. I sigh. “I haven’t you guys seen the hate comments on the news. No everywhere. It’s hard to be the bride when you are the only one who seems to be happy” I explain. They stare blankly at me with a frown. “I didn’t think you care about what others think about you?” “Me too, guess people do change” “That is not it. I feel like it’s being rushed. We are not

Phoebe’s POV Mama has all the reasons to be upset with me. I did tell her I was not having sex with Eric, and now it turns out I am pregnant. She keeps dragging me along. I don’t know where we are heading. She probably doesn’t know either. “Mama, mama, mama!” “What?!” She finally pauses and lets go of my hand to face me. “What? Do you have anything to say now?” “No I don’t, but I need to know where we are going l, we have been walking and it’s getting dark. We are a few steps away from the hospital I think it’s best we..” “No, we are not going back to that place. I know what you are trying to do here and it won’t work on me this time around” “Mama, listen please” “No, I am not going to listen to your lies anymore. I have had enough of you trying to act smart with me. Yes may not be the best mother in the world but, I did want you to end up like me. I am trying here Phoebe. I wish..” her voice breaking. “Mama,” I call, softly. “No don’t say a word. I am not done yet. You tol

Eric’s POV “Congratulations, you are pregnant,” hearing the doctor announce such news, my eyes widen. I can’t believe it. She is really pregnant. I blink, trying to grasp what he just revealed. Forgetting that I am not the only one surprised. “What!!!” “Doctor, you must be mistaken. There is no way my daughter would be pregnant. She hasn’t been with a man before, please do your checks well.” “Huh!” I exclaim, and Grandfather Hong and Aunt Greta exchange glances. They are in shock. The doctor is the most shocked. He glances at Phoebe and then to me. “Mama, calm down. It’s probably a mistake, right, doctor?” She winces at the doctor. Unfortunately, the doctor seems to be an honest man. He still insists on the fact that she is pregnant. Honestly, I have been hoping for such news. The last time we made love, I didn’t use a condom. She passed out, so she hardly remembered what happened after. And that is good news. She would probably have my neck if she finds out I am the cause