Eternal Royals Novels & Stories

Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd. By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession. One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line. Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me. But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here." The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together." Others began c

Victoria continued, revealing King Celdic's background. "But after all this time, the researchers still haven't found the Elixir of Eternal Life. Then a very mysterious person appeared and whispered to King Celdic that pure vampire blood was the secret to eternal life. Finally, King Celdic and his trusted men hatched a plan to trap the officials of the Echelon Vampire Clan. For they are the pure-blood vampire race." Victoria paused, for the path ahead was quite difficult. If her strength was fully restored, she could just jump a little, surely the weathered parts would be no problem. But unexpectedly, Alex, seeing the difficulty in Victoria's expression, immediately picked Victoria up bridal

They went all the way back to the very first one from hundreds of years ago when wolves decided to join together and form the monarchy they have established to this day. "Hey look! It's Alpha Landrews." Brady pointed to a picture at the end of the row. A younger Landrews stood with a beautiful brunette woman on his arm. They were both dressed in their royal robes and crowns that were passed down through the generations. "That must be his mate." He looked closely at the woman who shared the hazel eyes of her son but more petite features. Even though they showcased serious expressions that were enforced for the portraits, her eyes portrayed a friendly brightness that could make someone fall to

I asked incredulously, and Dad shook his head, raising his hands and gesturing for me to let him continue. "No, not Thane, or his brothers. The previous Alpha, Asher," he said softly, and Sam and I stared at him in stunned silence as he continued. "Do you remember the tales of the Royals?" he asked us, and we both nodded slowly, confused. The stories said that werewolves had once been ruled by a monarchy, a powerful pack, whose bloodline gave them extra abilities. Those stories were just legends though, we had thought, and even the legends said that the Royals had died out long ago.

It is not okay to treat everyone else as if they are beneath you. "I do not expect anything of you. There is a curse on the royal line. You have not heard of it because we never speak of it. It states that we remain celibate until we find the one destined for us. The curse is also part blessing as it keeps us from having bastard children everywhere. It is also a curse as we cannot marry for political gain. We can only marry for the love of the one that is meant to be ours." He says giving me a decent smile.

If she didn't know, then it wouldn't be true. Except she was already at the book. “The Law of Princely Marriage: The royal heir, be it male or female must wed of noble blood. No other suitors may be entertained.” “No,” she gasped, but the words stayed the same. Frantic, she pulled her phone out of her clutch and googled the law. It was a real law. There were no repeals. All Orsino marriages were of noble heritage. The latest one listed was between King Carlo and Lady Magdalena Dunhill.

And not just any magic—bloodline magic, the kind that left a mark in the air long after the fire died. Only one clan had ever carried that kind of power. The White Wolves. The Rosewood Clan. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven—Alpha King, ruler of the Obsidian Moon Pack—stood atop the cliffs of the ancient stone circle, overlooking the ruins his ancestors had once sworn to protect. His hands were clenched behind his back, but tension rolled off his shoulders like heat. Someone had invoked old power. Without his permission. Without his knowledge. And worse? They’d done it under his nose.

I should not be dead if he's tasked to kill me. "Let me tell you about the past." He said to me and took a deep breath before speaking again. "Before the vision that you were destined for the King, King Elijah was an immortal who did not feel love. Everything in his eyes was responsibility and what would be good for Wysteria. The officials already wanted the King to marry to have the heir to the throne. So many women were sent to the palace and placed in the seraglio. All of them tried to seduce the king. But they did not succeed. It cannot be denied that the king only used them for physical pleasure but that was not often because the king does not feel satisfied."

Wsyteria changed the his body. He doesn't age and he has acquired abilities that only come from fairies. So he thought that maybe the fairies disappeared and their powers passed on to him," Stefano said. "But he was sad because he was alone in this place. So he went out of Wysteria again and became sad. He went to every continent to persuade people to join him in Wysteria. Many did not join him, but there were immediately joined. Elijah went to all of them, and there he got the king of Waldorf and the queen of Mythion. The two were just ordinary people, but naturally possessed wisdom and knowledge. The king of Waldorf was an official when he was human, while the queen of Mythion was a child

I frowned. It was a known fact that only royal blood could inherit the council position of the King. That’s how it had been since the time of the dark war between vampires and werewolves. After the first King—Alpha Charles won the war, he was crowned and the werewolves pledged loyalty to his family. Only his heir, and then the heir of his heir could become the King of the council. They were royal blood, blessed by Moon Goddess. “ That’s right. ” Alpha King hummed. “ only his son could become King but…he was killed. Andrew, his mate, and his son all died. Every single person with royal blood perished fifteen years ago. ”