Eternal Royals Novels & Stories

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.

"Even our brothers sell us off for cheap change, and the battle our fathers from century fought and conquered, are the what in an ensemble we turn a blind eyes to, yet we suffer with gritting teeth." The hope for a utopia, was immersed in despair. The leadership was as it has always been in a typical dilapidated era, ruled by only power hungry lords. Ekryons, are the names of the emperors who ruled the four continents -Empire- that survived the last war: the servants of the god Ekron.

Someone chuckled darkly, a solemn nod going about the room. It had my curiosity entranced as each generation started to describe the slow decline of the Great Pack, as they called it; all Rogues connected to the king under one banner. What was even more surprising was the casual mention throughout of the Royals being Lycans. No one in the room batted an eye at it, just accepted it like truth and enjoyed the stories. “Constable, I hate to interrupt; but are you saying all Royals for England were Lycans?” I had to know, a few cops snickering at the question, but Constable Myra just smiled and nodded her head.

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. .

It’s the same estate I walked through yesterday, but today it feels heavy with the revelations of the Binding and questionable company here that knew my sister. ​We get to the end of the hallway of the first floor, near the ballroom from last night and stop in front of a door, guarded by two heavily armed men. Nathaniel gives me an encouraging smile despite his words, “You don’t have to talk much. The Eternal court consists of the five heads of vampire houses, the Eternal Order. They will introduce themselves to you and explain their role in our court and our Accord marriage. Just say you understand when they ask.” ​So I am to be quiet and submissive. This was what I expected. My role here w

other "How is it the opposite for royals?" I asked "They may choose their mates but it's only once. Royals are gifted with mortality, they don't age." She said I nod my head. When Jacobi had made a hint of how old he was, I was beyond shocked. He looked nothing like his age and that was just mind-blowing for a human like me.

That notates you as the human of prophecy who will bring the Royal shifters back into the world and they are foretold to bring about an age of peace and enlightenment. Now, there are those of us who do not want that to happen. We like the world exactly as it is. It’s our playground of no rules and zero fucks given. The only way the royals can be reborn, is if you mate with the alpha you’re fated to be with. Tyson. Children born from any other union will be exceptionally powerful, but not royal. So, my friends and I are going to pass you around, that way you’ll give all of us a powerful alpha heir. But Tyson will never get to have you again.” Kent’s smile is deranged, and it makes me nauseous

“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