Anemic Royalty Novels & Stories

Acknowledging that his prize was slipping away, that his elaborate plan to farm my blood and spirit was failing, was a bitter pill for a Royal to swallow. “Don’t provoke me, Ana!” he snarled, the sound ripping through his throat as his eyes glowed a dangerous, predatory deep blue that promised a swift and violent end to my rebellion. “I won't accept a rejection. We’ve gone too far. For the past few hours, you gave yourself to me in every way a female can surrender. You took everything I had to offer with every breath. You begged for more until your voice was a ghost of itself. You need this pleasure only I can give you. You are mine by blood, by act, and by the very law of our ancestors!” Ag

I leaned against the railing and closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath of the cool night air. Tomorrow, the mating balls week of festivities would be over. I would return home and watch Lynn show her mate off to our parents while they drowned her in praise and affection. Should I tell them about the rejection? Or should I just say that as usual I didn't meet my mate? Either way they would be disappointed, if I told them he had been an alpha they would be furious I managed to ruin it, and if I said I didn't meet him I would just be a failure. Yet again.

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.”

Your ears picked up on my words right away and reacted. In response to the elderly woman's comments, Esme let out a giddy laugh, but she did not break her expectant gaze. _My youngest son looks just like you. Your hair and eyes are the only things that set you apart. He has eyes fit for a king. "He looks just like me? What exactly is an eye of royalty? Is it because of the colour that it was called that?" _Purple is the colour of royalty. And yes, the two of you are a mirror image of each other. It would be extremely difficult to differentiate the two of you if you stood next to each other and covered your eyes.

(Princess Helen Hallerus) Canceling her Invisibility Spell, Finally she appeared before everyone in the present. Fully clad in thick brown robe, Her presence does carries an aura of a monarch. The same feeling that I have when I meet with Duchess Kolarova Qoon, In Fantasma, every monarch carries that same Passive Skills, {Aura of Monarch}, it was just not a skills but also a one true aura that signifies that one is a true monarch that were acknowledge by the Fantasma itself.

"But he has a lover here and there? I don't think that's right even if you're royalty." "Geez, you're very ignorant. It's common for royalty to have many affairs since they're strengthening their connections to have greater and solid supporters. That's their way of gaining more power and it's nothing new." The imperial knights just shook their heads as they follow the Prince to guard him along with his lover within the woman's residence.

Aynyra paused her healing, "Are you sure?" "The men won't touch me anymore if I'm not pretty." Aynyra's face darkened, but she complied, healing the wound just enough so that it would still scar, but heal mostly on its own. "We have a long day ahead of us, but I can assure you, with me as Queen, such behaviour will never be tolerated by anybody in this kingdom, ever." Aynyra's face was still twisted with a scowl, but she allowed them to continue dressing her in her finest day gown. She needed to make an impression as future Queen, and the blood-red dress would acknowledge both her power and grief for the war and lost lives. A red Queen. A Princess of Death.

Curiosity piqued, she leaned in toward Maggie and inquired, "The King has a limp?" "Yes," Maggie whispered back, "a gift from your father, I heard." Amani couldn't help but smirk. The news that her father had inflicted such a severe injury on the King, one that even his wolf couldn't fully heal, brought her great joy. As she observed the Queen, Amani couldn't help but find her rather ordinary-looking. Despite wearing an extravagant maroon ballgown, it seemed to hang loosely on her thin frame. Her long blonde hair and blue eyes couldn't compensate for her somewhat bulbous nose and thin lips.

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.