Anemic Royalty Novels & Stories

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

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.

When blithely she nodded, he continued: "It is that power in your blood I need." Titiana swallowed. "How can I help?" "I need your power to combat that which stirs in my own," he explained with soft urgency. "You see, my lady, I am afflicted with a condition, which unfortunately falls too often on those like me descended from royalty. Have you heard of such?" She shook her head. "It stems from an overabundance of manly humor. These humors and their development have caused me a deformity!" "My Prince, I could never believe!" declared Titiana, eyes glistening. "I would never call you so! You are too perfect. Too beautiful!"

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.”

In a seat designated for royalty. How is this happening?

The man had a very dark history among us commons. It is known that the blood of royals is immortal. Meaning, once you’re a royal, wedded to a royal and sealed by blood covenant or born of a royal. You would live eternally. There was only one plant, of which its name is always only known by the King and the Chief Healer of the castle, could kill a royal. It is said its venom is slid into the hilt of a dagger and when it is very necessary, the royal would be stabbed directly in his/her heart to put an end to their lives.

Anslem, Rubian Capital 2030 General Barron sat in his study, staring into space as he was plagued by disturbing thoughts. Barron was starting to regret sending his only daughter to Silvera just so she could become queen. Barron knew his daughter was very beautiful and he loved her dearly. Hazel's beauty was beyond the beauty of the Rubians and if she didn't have brown eyes and hair, he would've believed that she was either a silver blood or a blue blood. He snorted to himself, he was being totally ridiculous. She was his daughter and as far as he could tell, he was a red- blood.

“Fine, fine. It wasn’t Alpha blood, but it was heady enough that I won’t even make you sweat for those answers. You’re looking for Zachary Ammon.” He said simply and I paused, the name striking a familiar cord in my mind. My eyes widened as recognition dawned. “Ammon. He’s—” “Vampire Royalty. Yes. Prince Zachary is the only son of Queen Isadora Ammon and the heir to the throne of blood.”

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.