Anemic Royalty Novels & Stories

It looked like rotten blue cheese. Someone nudged her arm and she raised her head to see Amanda her acquaintance. “I still can’t believe that the fourth prince sent these for us. He didn’t leave anything out and I am sure the piece of jewelry is worth forty golden coins. I am shocked, no one expected him to be so human. Even the news of his marriage shocked the entire kingdom. Everyone was sure the monster was going to die unmarried.” Hope grimaced like she just swallowed a bowl of bile. “Monster? How can you call him that? I know there are so many rumors surrounding him but hasn’t the poor man proven himself enough? In my honesty he is the only one fit to sit on the throne.”

They turned to look when Marco and Sabrina walked toward them and the ones who weren't wearing a green or purple pendant on their collar stepped to the side and dropped to a knee out of respect. “Good evening, everyone,” Marco said, as he and Sabrina walked by. The two made their way into the main room and Sabrina's gaze moved toward the very back, where the King of Orsino sat on his throne. He looked regal and proud as he gazed out at the audience. Seated next to him was Queen Magdalena. She sat with a smug expression on her face, as though she was too good for even her own party. Surrounding the royalty were guards, but also guests. Many of them appeared to be nobles, based on their expens

"I made sure the Council believed you were dead. I gave you suppressants. I gave you a new identity. I made sure you were hidden in plain sight." Wren's hands were shaking. "Why?" "Because you're the last Royal Omega." Marcus's voice was quiet. "And as long as you're alive, the Council can't complete their plan." Wren's heart stopped. "What plan?" Marcus was silent for a long moment. "The Council has been manipulating bloodlines for decades. They've been trying to create a perfect Alpha heir—someone who can control all the bloodlines through the bond. But they need an Omega to complete the bond. An Omega who shares the bloodline. A Royal Omega."

"What?" "Severe debt. Not public knowledge, of course, but enough to make them turn entertainment into currency. These contests are their gold mines now." It sounded absurd at first. A royal pack? In debt? But then again, greed and desperation made fine bedfellows. "So it's true then," I murmured. "The mighty kingdom feeds on blood and bets." "Be glad," she said. "Their desperation works in our favor. Especially since you've attracted the highest wagers."

Nothing could compare to its beauty; it was a masterpiece, its crimson surface shimmering like blood in the sunlight pouring through the high windows. Standing before the crimson throne was a young woman, her fiery hair cascading like a waterfall of flames over her shoulders. Pyra, soon to be crowned Rhaella FireHeart, radiated an aura of strength and regality as she watched the crowd with her head raised high. Her purple gown hugged her growing belly, a testament to the next generation of FireHeart blood. Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power.

Opal added. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "Armani's surname is Fangton. Her family ruled the vampire kingdom for a while. King Dracula stepped away for a few centuries and left her father in charge. Her father loved the power he now had so much, that he sent assassins to try and kill King Dracula. They thought they had succeeded and Armani’s father declared that he was the new king and the kingdom would pass down to his son. But when he died without producing any male heirs, King Dracula returned and took back what was rightfully his.”

She winked. "You're not planning something to him, are you?" I asked, stoically. She brought the mug to her lips, looking at me through her thick lashes. Putting the mug down the counter, she then sighed. "He's a cool dude. You got me wrong, Preston." She chuckled. "Nick told me that The Royals are for the children of the richest politicians and businessmen studying in Kingsley. How come you could just add a member?" I asked, curiously. "I told you, you don't know Nicholas." She scoffed. "You don't get part of this circle if your parents are rich." She slightly laughed, causing me to furrow my brows.

We looked back to see Dom standing in the middle of the hall. "What is it, young man?" The Senex asked. "How can they be king and queen when Amy Daunter is alive?" He questioned. "Clare James is the daughter of Jane James, therefore she is the true monarch as she is her daughter. The sword decides the King and Queen. Amy Daunter was never the queen. She was given the title for the time being. We told her that she could attain the title if she could bring us the sword. But she couldn't" He explained to Dom.

Ann said, still wearing a shocked expression. Thalia noted that she must’ve called her ‘Ma’am again because she was really that surprised. But wait, why would the prince give her something that was only given to the Royal family? Why? “Oh… and Lord Darian too,” Ann added. “Every person who belongs to the Royal family has a stamp and seal for recognition. This plaque he gave you is for The Prince and only Princess Yara, his younger sister, his father, and Lord Darian has one too… the former king had one too.” “Oh,” Thalia whispered.

“I guess the Queen didn’t bother to tell you that was the reason she never found her mate.” “But the King is her mate.” “No another royal flaw.” she giggled. “You see most royal women are auctioned off to the house, you either become Queen or a Princess.” “But I thought my baby is his, so he's my mate!” I growled wanting to grab at her but I couldn’t move. “And the claws I had claws.” “No that was all smoke and mirrors, you see Marcus knows a lot about the area, so it was easy to make things seem like it happened but you’ve been fooled.”