Anemic Royalty Novels & Stories

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

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.

"You're already gorgeous, Minnie! Aren't you going to become a complete goddess after eating that royal jelly? How do you expect us regular folks to survive this?" "I know that royal jelly brand! It's only available at auctions, and it's crazy expensive. It's worth more than gold! It's amazing for vitality and beauty, especially for women!" "I'll never afford it in my lifetime, damn it. I'm so jealous of Minnie for being so pretty and rich!"

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.

Chapter 24 Location; Red blood pack Caroline's POV. I knew it!. My theory out turns correct. She really is royalty. She's too pretty and seem extremely wealthy to be non royalty. Don't get it twisted. Few non royals and mere pack members back at my home pack are wealthy but royalties alone are majorly recognized. Hermione also seem perfect to be categorized as royalty. It suits her, her composure and material appearance. So also does her name. Hermione.

"Your addiction will be your ruin. "I will ruin myself in the best possible way," I retorted, giving a slight smile to the man and turning to enter the deck. "An arranged marriage has never brought many problems in royalty. It wouldn't be now that I would bring it. The duke's look of indignation showed me that he thought otherwise, but I didn't want to know. No one but him dared to question me. Our monarchical government was not as archaic as the few that still existed in the world. Even though I was a prince with obligations, I still had a small free will to decide the course of my story. And as long as Giovanna agreed to that marriage, I knew she would be on the right track.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.