Anemic Royalty Novels & Stories

she scolded. “I am not a kid!” I pointed out not liking that she is scolding me even in my twenty fifth year. “Yes! Which means you need to be careful before doing anything. We are the Royals so need to act like them.” she mumbled frowning at me. “Your both grandparents were the Royals, Mom. We are just normal people.” I commented, staring at her. “Is it so? Then why do you always say ‘I am the Prince of Ivaan’ to everyone for doing some normal corporate businesses?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

aside, I’m not in denial over what he’s saying to me, because—in all honesty—I’m not fully buying his I’ll make all your dreams come true vow in the first place. It’s not that I doubt the man, per se. It’s that… I’m a realist. No one just swoops in, out of the blue, claiming to be of royal blood and saying they can give you everything your heart desires. And yet here’s the kicker. Nick Angelini does not appear to be just any man. He looks royal. He smells royal. He oozes royal. And he is not flinching or otherwise caving in any way. He truly is serious. Severely so.

I remembered learning that this was a sign of respect for high-ranking officials or royalty—positioning ourselves at the edges of the room, either individually or together. It wasn’t hard to distinguish the full hybrid royalty from their cousins. Their strides and auras were thick and effortless, and their beauty was striking. I obviously couldn’t gawk at them, but a careful glance confirmed it. Thankfully, I was just wall decor until the king arrived—or didn’t, as it seemed he might not show up. The hybrid killer was truly disturbing them, especially the loud woman, who seemed to be the king’s aunt. “Calm down, Aunt Viktoria. I’ve spoken to Landon. He’ll convince him,” a female voice said s

There was a throne behind me, where I directed him to stand in front of, When he stood there, I stood by his right side while Amelia stood by his left side hold the crown. I began, “i, Ares Royal the supreme ruler of the vale, the ruler of the dead and the living, hereby declear Adonis the new King of the lycan kingdom.” I announced. Then Amelia handed over the crown to me and I placed it gently on his head. The entire applauded every moment and hailed, “All hail the king.” They chanted. Adonis gave me a huge, and whispered, “thank you.” Into my ears, I pat his back, “you deserve it.”

“…Princess Scarlet, are you perhaps here to share your regards on this festive occasion? She quietly stared at the crowd and took steady steps away from them. “I, Scarlet Soncha Rakhbar, am here as the lawfully-begotten heir to the Royal Bloodline of the White Wolf to question the legitimacy of the throne!” Her announcement brought severe unrest and Laylin felt the girl had finally lost it. Ambrose looked livid, like he was going to rip her head off. “What is this? Honor suicide because he didn’t let her attend the festival?” Laylin couldn’t help but think aloud.

The traditional Lycan coronation gown was a masterpiece of midnight-blue velvet and hand-stitched silver thread, encrusted with enough diamonds to sink a small ship. It was breathtaking. It was also fighting a losing battle against my midsection. I wasn’t just pregnant, no, this Lycan Prince managed to sire twins within me, the future heirs to the High Throne and they seemed determined to make their presence known before the crowns even touched our heads. My belly was a proud, heavy curve that defied the structural integrity of the royal corsetry. "You look like a goddess, Amani," Menelik’s voice drifted from behind me, smooth and warm as aged bourbon.

She's been avoiding her mother for a week because she feels it would be better not to hear anything about royalty. “I'm sorry, mama. I just,” she sighed. “I just don't want to hear any royalty related for a while.” “Are you… are you getting tired with all the royalty stuff, mija?” Waverly leaned on her chair. “Being a royalty is exhausting, mama, but I love being one. It's just really hard now, you know?” Alana sighed. “I know, mija. The new system of our country made it harder, but you know our stand on the Late Queen Aretha's mother, right?”

“Introducing, his majesty, King Fredrich Kristen the first and her royal highness, the royal consort, Princess Alana Willow Ducroft,” the chamberlain announced. The whole crowd kept their head low as they walked past. They looked regal, especially the former Grand Duke who was wearing royal regalia. It looked like he was born to wear it. Beside him, the third princess, despite being royalty, wasn’t as elegant. In fact, everyone thought of the woman most fit to stand beside him as Queen but as she was dead, there wasn’t anything they could do about it.

Queen Amelia changes her soft features and faces the gathering once more and says, “With the placing of the Queen's crown on Emma’s head…” I jump slightly as Finn surprises me again as he walks up next to Amelia with a small rose gold crown set with lots and lots of red rubies. Finn steps forward and places the crown on my head and again I feel that slight wave of power flow through me, even though I am not sure why I kept feeling it. Amelia then continues, “People of the βρυκόλακας (Vrykolakas) kingdom, I would like to present to you your Crowned Queen Emma Mason and your Crowned Prince Adonis…”

He sprang back to where we had come from earlier. "Ms. Anthea's barrier has gone stronger. After you know, I got out." I said. I looked at them first. "You can't wear that in this world. The normans will think that you're a bunch of crazy role players. Also, I know I'm not in the place to say this, but you can't act as a royalty . In the mortal world, there's no Prince or Princess. Just an ordinary human being. " I said. they looked at each other.