Anemic Royalty Novels & Stories

He could see that he was full of pride but he couldn't do anything about it as he wanted his help so much. "Are you in a position to bargain? It's either you give me something interesting or I call someone to escort you out." The young prince arrogantly said as he slipped on his tea. He was the successor of his father's kingdom. The Anvin kingdom was known for its unmatchable dark magic that followed the kingdom royals from the ancient years. They were the most feared dark magicians from the ancient years and some rumored them to be dark faes but their line of blood was from the werewolves.

Her army waiting silently behind her. The two royals met in the middle of the battlefield. A stark contrast to one another, Atarah with her sky-blue eyes and pale skin, the prince with his silver hair, gray eyes, and dark skin.“Is the kingdom of Antares open to negotiation?” Atarah spoke the words drilled in her mind. The wind blew towards the south, and some strands of her hair tickled her cheeks. “ Antares does not negotiate with betrayers.” The prince spoke with arrogant authority. Aren’t you tired of repeating it?. Atarah thought, but she dare not speak the words. She knew if she broke one little rule, it can be used against her kingdom at the International Court.

Alpha brown added. "My palace is unsafe. I am a criminal in front of my own people. They are doubting my mental powers. How could I ignore such defame. The thought of deceiving and ambushing kills me. I really don't know, how to get that person. I have few hours left now in my final trial. Someone boldly challenged my powers and I am helpless. I am failed in my own reign from some intruder". he frustratedly kicked his throne.

When he summoned the Ice wolf, David got another weird and long notification. [You have summoned a [Royal variant]!] [Empress Sub-role unlocked!] [Praetor sub-role unlocked!] [Royal prince sub-role unlocked!] [Royal variants are the most powerful version of their species and leaders of large packs. Only a Royal can give birth to a Royal.] [Empresses are the highest form of brood mothers and can only be selected from [Royal variants]. The empress affinities have a [30%] chance of being inherited by their descendants. They can give birth to units with better base stats, and every month they have [30%] of birthing a [Soldier variant], [19%] of birthing a [Royal variant], and [1%] of birthing a

The tea banquet ended with a lot of talks that appeared among the Anarka community. About the new wife of the Black Prince, who is extravagant, even though he comes from a low-class aristocrat, to the appearance of Amanda, who tries to match Queen Zaina, but ends up being terrible. About the ruler of Eden, who seems compatible with the Black Prince and is just waiting for the King's approval. Rumours that the ruler of Anarka also strongly agree with their relationship.

Royalty, being one is a rather exquisite title. In the old times, royalty was about money which Cerise thinks is the only thing she qualifies for. Her family is rich, practically billionaires as they used to spend days together to waste their cash before the incident happened. Queen... There's no guarantee that she's the new Queen, there are tons of aurums out there that are much more powerful than she is. Yet Cerise flushes at the thought, being Queen meant she had an advantage over everyone else. she had a title to uphold.

Moving pieces into place so that we could win. "You see. We do not have weddings in the royal court. That is for lowly vampires alone. As for Royals, the moment Julian claimed you. Marked you, you were already considered royalty. YOu should be treated as such. A king's mates are his biggest assests, besides producing heirs, they have their own roles in governing our world. Once you mated Julian and held his mark on your flesh, you were by right his Queens. All of this is just to show the Royals who is taking up the crown." Amber finished and looked right into the kitchen. With a small smile she bowed her head once more.

She’d judge me anyway, might as well make it worth her while. “Is this the culture of the peasants you associate yourself with?” She asked, making reference to the people from school. “Yeah. We act like people. Not robots with no real personality” “It is expected of us to act our best. We are royalty !” I snorted. Royalty my foot. My mother considered herself royalty because she married into power. My father, the Beta of the Crimson Pack, our pack. She’d been outraged after he died and the title was passed on to another candidate due to the lack of a male heir to inherit it. The resentment had turned her into… whatever she is.

With such abilities it was no wonder the royals of the human race were respected as if offended, one would be making a formidable foe to battle for all ages as they barely let go of grudges however this was also so for favors as one who has ever given them favor will never be forgotten and would have their loyalty for ages to come. Thus, the human race was known as one of the most loyal races. Because of their insane mana reserves the royals had hair either too light or dark. There had never been a single instance where a royal's hair was dull but they were known for possessing hair that screamed their mana heritage. The present king- King Abbott was born with an extreme amount of light mana

his vizier added with reverent awe. Seated just to the king’s right, Aretha Santon, crowned as Princess Amarantha the Younger, barely suppressed her glee. Draped in pale pink and adorned with borrowed royal jewels, she tilted her head innocently. “I always knew Duke Cedric was pragmatic. Even after his little snub at the gala, this is a nice apology.”