Fictional Royalty Novels & Stories

"Not only his concubine mother, but he also killed all the people in his concubine mother's courtyard. That one is a monster." "Who cares? It's just another worthless royal in the end, just more sinister." So this world has an Emperor? This world is governed by royalties? But thinking of the facts that they have said about the royals, they don't sound to be good people. Especially that banished prince. Suddenly, someone covered his ears, "You are a little gossipping beast, aren't you?" The warmth radiating from that touch makes Caden tremble. Deep inside, Caden was aggrieved, I have sensitive ears, who made them talk so loud? Aren't you bullying the wrong person?

But she chose to be shameless for a while so that she can enjoy these moments. ****** "That's my fiancee" George Scott introduced Elsa to his friends while Elsa stood there like a show piece. She was dressed in a royal blue single sleeve gown and her features are well highlighted with her light makeup. Everyone is just attracted to her royal beauty while George was very proud to announce his fiancee. "She was the one who was engaged to Alex, right?" One of them asked as everyone looked at the entrance where Alex too joined them with his wife, Clara. They were university friends and Elsa cursed her fate to be a part of Alex's friends circle. She felt humiliated.

My eyes widened in disbelief, and I pulled back slightly to look at Claire's mother, wanting confirmation. "Wait! What?!" I shouted, my voice a mix of confusion and shock. "I don't get it. How are my family royalty? I thought Isabella was lying to me, but hearing this from you... I don't know what to believe."Claire's mother nodded, her face serious yet filled with empathy. "I understand, Ava. It's a lot to take in. Your family, your parents, are of royal blood. You are part of a lineage that carries a lot of weight in history." My mind raced as I tried to understand the information. Royalty? It seemed like a far-fetched thought, something out of a fairy tale. I glanced at Claire, hoping for

I remembered learning that this was a sign of respect for high-ranking officials or royalty—positioning ourselves at the edges of the room, either individually or together. It wasn’t hard to distinguish the full hybrid royalty from their cousins. Their strides and auras were thick and effortless, and their beauty was striking. I obviously couldn’t gawk at them, but a careful glance confirmed it. Thankfully, I was just wall decor until the king arrived—or didn’t, as it seemed he might not show up. The hybrid killer was truly disturbing them, especially the loud woman, who seemed to be the king’s aunt. “Calm down, Aunt Viktoria. I’ve spoken to Landon. He’ll convince him,” a female voice said s

I turn back only to see stairs leading to nothing but a concrete wall, and the humans around us don’t even glance its way. They don’t see it. That’s amazing. There’s an enormous courtyard with a waterfall right behind the stairs, and this place—the shape of the buildings, the balconies and everything—reminds me of Hell, especially the prince’s realm. “Do you think the Foster stole their style from Hell?” I have a question. He laughs as he glances around. “Yes, definitely, considering one of their kings was literally a shapeshifting demon.” “What?” “Did you not know that?” he asks, leaning closer, his shoulder brushing against my chest. “Don’t even get me started on the werewolf genes in the

“Well, he won’t be that simple, of course. He’s someone who can give Sylvia a headache, after all. “But you don't have to worry. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, because right from the get-go, my niece Sylvia has no intention of letting him go.” Hearing Roy say this, Terry was surprised and looked at Roy, puzzled. Roy explained, “This niece of mine is quite ambitious, and the fighting among the royal family is more complicated than you think.” He fell silent and looked at the scenery around him, lost in thought. Although Starfall Continent had highly developed technology and various practice methods, battles were not uncommon.

Myself, Fernánda, Ricardo and my mum always showed up at his room to pay our respects. We decided to do this till we found the answer to our problems. We set out a royal announcement that whoever healed the king, would take a very big reward. Our intentions were straight forward—heal the king, who we didn’t want to die, in spite of all the wrongs he had done. No one considered the numerous affairs, bad father hood or illegitimate children he had outside. All just wanted their king to survive. The moment I got around the corridors of my father’s Chambers, I started getting awkward glances from the servants and maid.

, unlike any other Royals in Fantasma, I might the only Royals that is easier to meet with. “Madam Vice President?!!….Madam ministers, Princess…and even His Highness President?!…..Ah…my apologies, Madam Vice President, Sire President…”.(Governess Countess Jelina) “Please forgive us, Your Highnesses!…”.(Claire Valkary, Orthum Bronzehammer & Sith Rik)

At least, none of that matches what I read in the royal book of history. It holds the biography of everyone in the royal family, starting from the first generation. To get the accurate stories, most of the information was gotten from their closest aides and maids. “Yes, a wolf with dark powers.” That makes the breath catch in my throat though I try to remain normal. I shake my head slowly, watching her. “I don’t know the authenticity of it but many people believe it was why the royal family didn’t want her, wolves with dark powers are considered bad luck.” From the frown on her face, I can tell she either doesn’t like the narrative or she doesn’t like the wolves.

*** I finally get to bed at two in the morning, having plotted the downfall of David Delaney with the help of the future King of the United Kingdom. Author's Note: Most of this story is set in a fictional United Kingdom, where the Queen is not Elizabeth II. This fictional queen has a single child, a son named Richard. His father, the Prince Consort, died when Richard was still quite young. Why Sarah calls Richard by a different name is a matter for a different story.