Anemic Royalty Novels & Stories

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

the King's gaze bore into Aunt Cassandra, a stare that could pierce steel. I had never witnessed my father in such a state of anger. I had seen him on the battlefield, and I had seen him deal with adversaries, but this was different. Perhaps it was because the Royal Gem was not just any jewel. It was the most important heirloom of our family, passed down through generations, never once lost. Without it, the power of the Crystal Light would wane, and our diamonds would deteriorate. If my diamonds weakened, I would lose control over the Kingdom.

The king stood up to his height and I followed to stand as both men walked towards us, carrying heavy royal robes which were black in colour, the edges trimmed with black and white fur. They were stunning and as mine was thrown over my shoulders, I thought I would collapse. I would have if I had worn the heels. The royal robe was so heavy, just bringing me down but I held up. My smile grew wider. I was a queen. I was a queen. I was a fucking queen!

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.

He turned and was shocked to see the lamp on the floor. Clara stood there throwing the lamp to show her anger. "Is there anything I said wrong?" Alex raised his eyebrows confused by her actions. "Who are you to give me the freedom to do whatever I want?" Clara asked as she crossed her arms in a dominating way. This girl surely possesses royal blood by birth. The way she speaks and her manners show her status and Alex surely was impressed by her attitude.

"Bold words for someone even the guards disrespect." "Bold words maybe, but true. They obey their queen, but I am still the princess of this island. You are nothing but a man with enough money to buy the crown and nothing else." She laughed and clapped sardonically. "Congratulations, you passed the test to be a lowly puppet in exchange for a throne." "What a privileged puppet, hm. An entire kingdom to rule with a beautiful woman by my side." "Keep riding those horses. When you finally fall off, I'll be there to spit in your face."

And Alex is right, that Amelia seemed like a magnet and they tried to isolate her. “So what are we going to do about this royalty thing?” Tonya goes back to that, causing us all to roll with our eyes. “What? It would be so cool. Like in some of the human movies, where there’s this princess who doesn’t even know she’s one until someone turns up and tells her about her hereditary. And then they need to find their true prince charming.” “You watch too many movies. Are you soon going to start and believe that if more vampires turn up, some weird fever breaks out, and suddenly, more people turn to werewolves?” Ben mocks her.

Her face was frosty and influencing, discouraging anyone from approaching and stepping close to her. She discarded her dress and shut her eyes, stepping into the bath of rose water that was prepared for her..... Then, the ladies quickly did what they were supposed to do.. It didn't take long before Anita was done dressing. She wore a warrior queen gown, that had a viking skull on the chest and a golden armlet they signifies her high position as the ruler! Her dark golden blonde hair was braided into one, and laced with some grey beadings that perfectly matched her grey like silver eyes, reflecting in them.

"I feel like I have no choice. Whenever I have this accent, I feel like a great king or queen. This makes me feel as though I am immune to any kind of damage!” Once more, I couldn't help but laugh because I can see things from his perspective. In comparison to the other accents, the Royal accent is characterized by a more strikingly regal impression. It's almost as if there is a particular voice that comes from within me, and if I hear a certain kind of accent from someone, I begin to be more cautious and careful with whatever action I am about to take. Indeed, the presence of the accent gives off an air of authority.

The metallic scent fills the air. ‎ ‎Pinned beneath the crown is a piece of paper that has the purple rose emblem. The handwriting is bold, elegant. It's unmistakably Anita’s. ‎ ‎For the Queen who sits on stolen thrones. ‎ ‎I stare at the bloodstained crown, the crimson dripping slowly down its edges, and feel something inside me shift. ‎ ‎She’s not just declaring war. ‎She’s mocking me. ‎