Fictional Royalty Novels & Stories

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

The one that still had those words boldly written and stamped across the page. *REMOVED FROM SUCESSION* I closed my eyes briefly and exhaled. The words weren't new now. They felt familiar, like something I was beginning to understand. I didn’t want to tell him I had seen that before. So, I simply acted like it was all fresh and new to me. “Explain it.” Morrison took his words slowly. “That document isn’t something you fake—” “I never said it’s fake.” I cut in. “You said I am royalty. And now you are showing me this. What is this all about?”

It was said that they acquire unstoppable and unspecified sovereignty over all other kingdoms, which is said to be the main motive for the Royal Family's assassination. Legend says that only the ones that are deserving to receive the still have unseen Royal Crown, shall only have the right to use its unknown powers and supremacy over the kingdom. But nobody knows if what was heard and believe by all, is the truth. However, some people will do anything to achieve great authority and fortune because of greed and unlimited ambitions no matter how hard it is to obtain.

Was that their last name or was he talking about actual royalty? “I have to kill him, anyway.” He laughed. “With him out of the way, there'll be no one to stop me from getting the throne!” “Royals?” Daphne asked. “What throne are you talking about?” “The Royal family are special,” Owen said magnanimously. “We were once the royal family of the werewolf kingdom, the rulers. We are more powerful than any werewolf. Our strength is how we came to reign over the werewolf kingdom.”

said Phillip when he saw the flow of Wiggy's face turn grim. "Sorry if this offends you, but I'm only expressing my opinion about the fairy tale I've been reading." Wiggy did not answer, this was the first time his heart was pierced through words. Instead of getting angry, Lillian's confession made the young man think. Since being declared the crown prince, he has never really become a King. The assault of Edmund and his troops had ravaged the country even before the coronation had taken place. Everything that is told in fairy tales is just lies. During the coronation, the days as a King, how Edmund was always by his side as a Duke. Even the series of heroic acts are all lies, they are all j

I could hear Noah inhaling a sharp breath behind me. "Uhm," she winced, "he didn't..." "That's what I thought," I replied. I cast a thankful look in Sophia's direction. Before coming here, my friends and I did a teensy tiny bit of research on the royal family, their lifestyle, and that queen who ruled with an iron fist. I was still in denial about the Noah and the prince part because truth be told, I could only believe it when I hear it from Noah's mouth. But, still, some facts about this missing prince were useful after all. Like his betrothal.

Callie asked I shrugged, “I’m not sure about the other royalty, to be honest, I’m not sure if I’ll even see the king. Alpha Azai could just lock me away in a room there,” I laughed. I closed my eyes soaking up more of the morning sun as Callie and Caleb started talking about their weekend plans, letting my thoughts take over. I learned about the royalty when I was 8, each race has a royal family that represents them, but the royal family doesn’t stay the same as you would think. The magical world can be brutal. Humans regard us as the things that go bump in the night, and for the most part, that isn’t true; when it comes to the royal families changing, it is true. When people are unhappy wit

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.

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.

“That's very nice of you, Christian. Your momma will be so happy when you give these to her.” “Christian!” I heard a middle aged lady running out from the pack house and coming to us. Her eyes widened when they landed on me and then she scowled at Christian Jr. “Royal Beta Christian, I'm so sorry for the disturbance. Chris can be a little proactive and find his way out of my sight real quickly.” She looked frightened. I don't blame her. Most people react that way in the presence of the Royal Beta and the Royal Alpha King.