روايات وقصص إلكترونية عن Dark Romance وتضم Hidden Identity وتدور في Royal

Omegas can never be kings. Yet King Arthur has sat upon the throne for years, guarding a secret that could cost him his crown—and his life. A secret his mother died protecting. When an unexpected heat threatens to expose him, Arthur finds himself at the mercy of the one man he has spent years fearing. His uncle. Regent Prince Malakor. A war hero. A political predator. A man rumored to covet the throne itself. Arthur expects betrayal. Instead, Malakor offers a bargain. But every deal comes with a price. As ambitious nobles circle the crown, enemies emerge from the shadows, and old secrets buried by the former queen begin to surface, Arthur finds himself trapped between duty and desire, power and survival. Because if the kingdom discovers what he is, everything will burn. And if he falls for the one man capable of destroying him... The throne may not be the only thing he loses.

She was raised to be a secret. Now she's about to become a reckoning. At the royal court of Canberra-Vane, they call her the "Second Prince", sickly, unremarkable, easy to overlook. Exactly what she needs them to think. For years, Lyra has lived a lie stitched into her own skin: chest bound tight, veins full of suppressants that shouldn't even exist, all to bury one truth: she's an Omega, and she's not the son this throne was promised. One dose too late, one loose thread, and the entire fraud unravels along with her. Everyone around her is playing a game. She's just playing it better than anyone gives her credit for. Crown Prince Kaelan wants her gone and isn't subtle about it; every "accident," every closed-door meeting, is aimed at her. Ashford Vayne, the court's golden military heir, can't resist reminding her how weak she is, right up until the day he's forced to eat every word. Only Commander Ren Solari looks at her like he sees something the rest of the court doesn't: not a broken prince, but something coiled, patient, and dangerous. He's right to be careful. While they've all been underestimating her, Lyra has been building alliances no one can trace back to her, secrets sharp enough to gut a dynasty, a quiet war fought one favor and one whispered threat at a time. Then, at the imperial solstice gala, in front of everyone who ever looked past her, her suppressants fail. The mask comes off. The lie dies. What's underneath is worse than anyone imagined, and far more dangerous than she ever let herself hope. Kaelan's throne turns to ash in his hands. Ashford chokes on his own cruelty. Ren realizes the mercy he once showed a "weak" prince may be the only reason he survives

People called him the Untouchable king, because for the past twenty -five years no has been able to survive his touch. An ancient curse running through his blood, a curse which turns everyone into stone with just a touch. Forcing Kael Draven to rule his kingdom from behind black leather gloves, he lived with a crown and a curse with a lonely heart. Seraphina Vale never believed the terrifying stories until one careless accident changes everything. When she mistakenly grabs the king bare hands. The world holds its breath. But she didn’t turn to stone.

A stolen identity. A masquerade dance. Two lords who refuse to let her go. ​To the noble town of Valenridge, Eva is merely a new servant girl who knows her place. ​To Lord Lucian, she is the infuriatingly familiar maid who feels far too much like the masked girl in yellow he can’t forget. ​To Lord Leo, she is the ultimate mystery worth unraveling. ​Eva came for revenge. She never counted on falling for the very masters she set out to deceive.

For thirteen years, Princess Emeriel Vaelorian has lived as a lie. Hidden beneath the identity of Crown Prince Emeric, she was forced to bury her femininity after a terrifying prophecy declared that the Blood Moon Daughter would one day awaken the Beast Throne and destroy the human kingdoms. Trained to fight instead of curtsy and ordered to suppress the strange power sleeping inside her, Emeriel survives by pretending to be someone she is not. But when the immortal Beast Clans return to claim a royal daughter as tribute, Emeriel sacrifices herself to save her younger sister and steps into the path of the most feared ruler in existence—the Beast King himself. Kaelthar Draven is not human. He is an ancient beast-born king cursed with uncontrollable rage, feared even by his own kind. For centuries, no female has survived close to him, and no bond has ever been able to tame the monster within him. Until he scents her. The moment Kaelthar realizes the “prince” standing before him is actually a legendary Siren thought to be extinct, the ancient bond between them awakens—triggering dangerous powers, forbidden desires, and a prophecy far deadlier than either kingdom realized. Now trapped in the brutal Beast Realm of Varynth, surrounded by immortal predators, political conspiracies, and creatures willing to start wars just to possess her, Emeriel must decide whether to keep running from her true identity… or embrace the power capable of changing the fate of the world itself. Because the Beast King does not intend to let his Siren go.

For twenty-one years, the kingdom believed Prince Kael was a ruthless male heir destined to rule. They were wrong. Beneath the royal suits and deadly training is Tarni-Kaelen, a hidden princess forced to live as a prince to prevent a civil war. She was raised to hide her feelings, never show weakness, and trust no one. But at Apex Academy, her secret begins to crack when her scent-suppressing elixirs fail, attracting three dangerous men a war general, a powerful spymaster, and a feared frontier enforcer. When her true identity is exposed during the Blood Moon Trial, Tarni expects death. Instead, the three men protect her but soon she discovers that the greatest threat to her life comes from the very person who made her a prince.

For three years, Elara Mooncrest played the weak, submissive Luna of the Frostclaw Pack. She endured the insults of Alpha Kael Blackthorn’s family and cold, lonely nights, waiting for the right moment to walk away. Nobody knew her true identity: she is the last daughter of the royal Moonborn bloodline, hiding her gold wolf to survive the assassins who slaughtered her kin. The breaking point arrives when Kael brings home Serena, announcing her as his true mate. Instead of weeping, Elara hands back her wedding ring and walks into the night. But as she crosses the pack border, her dormant wolf awakens, pointing her toward a terrifying figure waiting in the shadows: King Damon Nightfang, the most ruthless Alpha in the region. Damon recognized Elara as his divine mate twelve years ago, making the agonizing choice to let her hide in plain sight until her 24th birthday, when her magic would mature. Now, he steps forward to claim her with unyielding dominance and fiery passion. As Kael realizes Serena is a fraud and his pack's power collapses without Elara, he launches a desperate hunt to force his "weak wife" back. But Elara is no longer running. Sheltered by a King who worships her, she embraces an explosive erotic bond, unlocks her ancient magic, and prepares to make every Alpha kneel.

For sixteen years, Wren Voss has lived an ordinary life built on a guarded lie. He believes he is a Beta. He has forged records, a quiet job, and a suppressant he takes nightly. He knows only one rule about his past: never ask why his mother abandoned him or why she feared anyone discovering the truth. Then his suppressant fails. His hidden Omega nature awakens, revealing a scent powerful enough to expose the identity his mother spent years protecting. Wren isn't a Beta. He's the last surviving royal Omega of House Ilvaren, a bloodline the world believes was slaughtered sixteen years ago. Now enemies are hunting him. His only chance of survival is Kirill Voronov, the ruthless Alpha heir of the Voronov Bratva—the family Wren was told murdered his parents. Kirill offers him an impossible solution: marriage. An ancient treaty promises peace if the last Ilvaren heir marries the Voronov heir. But Wren refuses to become anyone's possession, especially that of the enemy who represents everything he has been taught to hate. Yet Kirill refuses to treat him like property. As danger forces them closer, distrust gives way to attraction and a bond neither can explain. Then Kirill discovers the records of the Ilvaren massacre were deliberately altered. Eleven pages are missing. The casualty count was falsified. And Wren's scent is older than the royal records themselves. Someone didn't simply hide the last royal Omega. Someone has been protecting him—or waiting for him. As enemies close in and the truth behind the massacre emerges, Wren must decide whether Kirill will destroy his freedom or become the man capable of protecting his life, his crown, and his heart. Because the royal family may not have died sixteen years ago. Someone lied. And now the last royal Omega has come home.

Two years ago, Wren Voss took the blame for a crime that wasn't hers, to save the only family she'd ever known. She expected forgiveness. She got a labor quarry, silver in her water, and a wolf that stopped answering her. Now she's free and nothing was waiting for her. Her brother has a new sister to protect. Her mother has a new daughter to fuss over. The only debt Wren still owes this family is one she never agreed to. She isn't planning revenge. She's planning an exit, starting with asking for a mate she doesn't love, just enough to leave for good. But the Lycan King has started asking questions this household doesn't want answered. And the alpha who was never supposed to look twice at her can't seem to stop. Some families don't realize what they had until it stops needing them back.

The knife is already at Everly Hawthorne's throat when she understands her own father gave the order. She can hear her own pulse against the blade. She can feel the guard's hand shaking, not from mercy, but from fear of what he's about to do to a girl he's known since she was born. Nineteen years of being told her blood was a curse, and it turns out that was the mild version of the truth. The real reason comes out now, whispered by a dying elder before the guards drag her into the trees: her silver blood isn't a defect. It's a key. And someone in her own pack has spent years making sure it never woke up. She doesn't get to process that. The blade presses deeper. Then a second wolf steps out of the dark, and Everly stops breathing for an entirely different reason. Grayson Colt was trained from the age of seven for one purpose: find the girl with silver blood and end her before she remembers what she is. His family buried three generations of their own dead because hers didn't stay buried the first time. He has a blade of his own, older and sharper than the guard's, and every instinct in him says finish it here, finish it now, before she opens her eyes and he has to look into them. He looks into them anyway. And the thing that happens next terrifies him more than anything his father ever trained him to kill, because it isn't rage, and it isn't hunger. It's recognition. Somewhere, a war that ended three hundred years ago just quietly started again, and neither Everly nor Grayson knows yet which one of them it's going to destroy first.