Eternal Royals Novels & Stories

And why did I feel an inexplicable pull toward a man who had died more than three thousand years ago? The wind stirred the pages on its own and the book suddenly flipped to its final chapter. Across the yellowed paper, a single translated inscription caught my eye. "When the blood of the Eternal Queen returns, the House of Khepri shall rise once more, and the Black Sun King will awaken." I frowned. "I don't remember seeing this page before..." Before I could read further, a powerful gust of wind slammed the balcony doors shut. The lights flickered and the scarab pendant resting against my chest grew warm.

The sound was unlike anything Liana had ever heard. It wasn't merely loud. It carried rage... Sorrow... And an overwhelming hatred that seemed to have endured for thousands of years. Commander Rylan's face turned pale. "No..." "It can't be." The elderly king looked toward the widening cracks with horror. "He broke the Eternal Seal." The ancient queen stepped beside him. "We were too late." Liana looked between them. "What is happening?" The queen answered with a trembling voice. "Long before the Celestial Kingdom existed..." "There was another ruler."

Chandeliers hung in the open air suspended by magic, bright white flames danced on top of floating candles. "Hazel, it is so good to finally meet you." A masculine voice called to me. I looked up and realized a man was sitting on a throne at the head of the long table. The fairy led me around to him, where she bowed. I followed suit, not wanting to commit some faux pas. "I see you have already met my daughter, Princess Alette, I am King Titanius. Welcome to the Kingdom of the Seelie Fae." "You were expecting me?" My voice sounded off to me, thick and throaty. He looked me over with the same swirling eyes as his daughter, his long silver hair framed his face. A masculine golden crown sat on t

Some even went up in a round of applause as we passed by them and it made me shyer. When we finally got to the room, he laid me down carefully on the bed and kissed my nape. Ryder was always ready for me. We’d just had a party all night and he didn’t look the least tired. “I know what you are thinking,” he laughed “My aim is planting my pups inside you as soon as possible. I want to have daughters just like you,” I chuckled “Can a woman inherit the throne?” I asked him. I’d never thought of it before, but I didn’t see the possibility. A woman had never ruled before.

The only woman, after the queen, who can scare him to his unreliable death. It's terrifying enough that she's got a perception of his unwanted presence outside the forepart of her room. She knows he's outside. Yvon, a vampire, with wolf blood spewing in her system and not to mention remnants of human blood combined, makes her the strongest female royal hybrid he's ever known but can as well be the most prone to even stronger creatures lingering at the outcast. This is why Dyan came up with a plan to have her stay on earth; where she'll be safe.

Felix asked absentmindedly. “There was a coupe and the royal family was wiped out. It was shorty before the war with Black Haven and the King was killed on his throne while his mate was killed escaping with their son at the time; both presumed dead and now the council rules in their stead until someone from their bloodline steps forward.” He shook his head in disappointment. “The whole thing gave me a headache and a half during that time.” My heart skipped a beat when I saw Tulip come back, eagerly looking behind her and seeing that my mate was not there. “She’ll come when she’s ready, dear.” Tulip smiled knowingly at me, patting Alvin’s arm a she sat down.

Every one of them died. My steps slowed despite myself. I positioned myself near a pillar, partially hidden, straining to hear the conversation happening at the next table. Elder Whitmore sat with two other elderly wolves, their heads bent together in hushed discussion. Wolves had excellent hearing, and the pack house acoustics made true privacy impossible. “I’m telling you, the pattern is unmistakable,” Elder Whitmore said, his reedy voice carrying farther than he probably intended. “Four Luna Queens over five centuries. All bonded to Lyrian Blackthorn. All dead within the year.”

Their silver-blue ember glowed in the central brazier, a promise that truth and love endure beyond every trial. Author’s Note Eternal Embers was inspired by my fascination with hidden societies, the power of choice, and the alchemy of art. I hope Isabelle’s sketches and Alexander’s courage encourage you to discover then rekindle the embers within your own story. .

“If he was a good man, maybe it would’ve worked how he wanted. But he wasn’t a good man. Just because he believed he was didn’t make it true. We can’t have someone like him taking control of the Republic. “What’s equally important to me is that we all share the burden of power equally. If we’re all gonna build it together, then we also gotta maintain it together. We gotta keep watch over each other, and defend us from people like my father. “All of us together are more powerful than not, no matter what. And we’ll have that strength forever.” “Which kinda brings me back to a few things about some of us being immortal,” Freya said. “This is something we all need to keep in mind. I fear, way in

she continued, and I couldn't help but feel slightly relieved by her words. "What about immortality?" I asked, and she gave me another smile. "We aren't immortal, but we do live much longer than humans. We grow like humans until we reach nineteen years old, and then our aging slows down. Those who appear to be in their early thirties may have lived three hundred years or so." I gulped, picturing Abdiel and realizing that he might have lived through more than several centuries. Then another thing occurred to me. "If there are royals… is there a king?"