Fictional Royalty Novels & Stories

“I wonder how royalties are so prodigies at everything.” I heard the person snicker beside me and his gaze fell on me. Out of respect, I looked at him, too, and his eyes glimmered because of the golden chandeliers above. He was smiling at me; and of course, as a courteous lady, I reciprocated. “I do not agree with that,” he replied and tilted his head. “Royalties also have conflicts with specific things. You should also base your on your experience as a royalty. Don’t you think? By the way, I am Prince Ken from this kingdom --- Kingdom Azrael.”

She wished to know the real name of the first king of the Gograonia Empire. She made a bet with Marleen, and she hated losing. The bet was simple; If she can get the real name of the first king, the first among the pure-blood royals within 48 hours then she wins. And if not, she loses. The name of the first King on the Royals record book was Samson Seth. But upon further investigation, she discovered that wasn't the name, that was fake. So now, she's set to find her real name. Marleen seemed to know more about the Royals than anybody in the palace. The way she speaks and does things always seems to leave her stunned.

“What do you want, Fiona?” She glared down at him, wearing her customary lemon face. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her smile. “I simply wanted to remind you that as a member of the Royal family of Montrovia, you’re obligated to marry someone of similar status. A lowly American with no breeding and no sizable wealth is certain to be unacceptable.” He gritted his teeth as he glared up at her, mimicking her fierce frown. “My personal life is my business, not yours. You work for Barret, not me.”

He explained and I felt a sting in my chest. “You’ve always wanted the throne?” I repeated the part that seemingly stung me. Always? Ralph smiled. “I’ve always wanted to be the future King, Lord Alpha of the Reigns.” He said. “You see, growing up as the best friend to the first daughter of the Lord Alpha wasn’t all that boring. People believed that if the Lord Alpha didn’t have a male child— a male heir, you would undoubtedly become the Queen of the Reigns someday even though there had never been a sole female ruler of the Reigns. And being your closest friend in the world, everyone sort of expected me to mate with you someday and become the King likewise. They created that vision for me and

“Peggy!” Mrs Jones, the royal tutor, shouted down the hall. Peggy giggled and sprinted away. For all her years growing up in the royal castle, Peggy had never quite fit in with the royal family. Perhaps it was because she was only a cousin to the regent princess. Maybe she was just different, as the court liked to call her. Peggy didn’t much care either way. She was allowed a great deal of freedom, especially compared to other human royal courts. Songtar had always been a permissive kingdom in the continent of Albiontё, even before their marriage alliance with the werewolf pack to the North.

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

It fell to my waist and Sadie couldn’t stop running her hands through them with an occasional “wow” I would love to dress in my usual jeans and t-shirts but we were provided with gowns that were ‘befitting’ to meet the royals. They made it clear that we were to dress with class around here and we were to be of utmost decorum. We would not be meeting the king today, he is a very busy man and he just lost his father a week ago so he is still not in his best mood. I kind of felt relieved after I learned that. Much as I would like to meet the almighty werewolf king, I was pretty skeptical about it. It is a big deal and with all the stories I’ve heard about him, he’s the strongest being in the we

“Which category do I fall into? Surely you don’t consider me a close friend or a future member of the royal family?” Tension traveled all the way from his pitch-dark eyes to his chiseled jaw and then to his thinned-out mouth. “Given our history, Ava Marie, you are not eligible for either of those positions,” he bit out tightly. Ava wished with all her heart she could reveal Christian’s identity and throw the truth of their situation in his face to make him realize how much she was a part of his wretched royal family whether he liked it or not. But some crumbs of self-respect and self-preservation left prevented her from doing so. Instead, Ava smiled up at him, a cool, calculating smile that

As the gates opened, rows of stunning, modern houses stretched out before them, streets cleaner and richer than anything Jo had ever seen. Daya squealed. "We lived to see the royal kingdom!" Lucy, always the history nerd, added, "The royal family runs the Vanslord company. They’re billionaires in the human world too." The fairies gawked at everything. Jo leaned back, unimpressed. Money didn’t matter to her. The car kept going, winding through luxurious streets, until finally pulling up a red-paved driveway that led to something jaw-dropping. The royal mansion wasn’t a house.

She pulled the scroll out as she quickly walked over to a table, and she unrolled the scroll out on the table. Rosabella got a piece of paper, and she wrote the names of her birth parents. Rosabella looked at the names of her birth parents, and she spoke. "So, my real parents' names are Ivan and Victoria. They are the King and Queen of the Kingdom of Rose-Snow-Gold. So I am a princess and royalty. I wonder what the name of the Kingdom that the late Queen is from." Rosabella walked over to the slot, and she got every Royal Kingdoms' scrolls out. Rosabella placed them on a chair as she slowly unrolled the scrolls and placed them to one side.