Grip Royal Novels & Stories

Of course he would go the extra mile to do anything to get his filthy hands on my mate. I can see Eclipse pack took their time to make their lands as clean as possible, and a banquet was underway to celebrate my arrival. This is the attention every member of the western wolves craved from the royals for a long time now, but unfortunately, I wasn’t here to be friendly with them.

"My instincts never lie." Sitting next to her and placing one of his hands on top of hers, "Just know you will always have me by your side River. I love you." He told her with a charming smile. "And I love-" River didn't get to complete her statement when Royal pushed her to the ground roughly, together with himself, as a long talon fingers- which looks like a bird talon- from nowhere tried to grab hold of River neck. Royal was up to his feet quickly and was fast enough to carry River and himself on the bed as the long talon magically burst out from the ground which they were before and went back inside.

“Julian is… entertaining. The typical story everyone would like. But Rowan?” I paused deliberately, rolling my eyes in a flirtatious manner. “Rowan is legacy.” Camilla blinked. “Legacy?” “He’s literally royalty,” I said. “The second son of the English royal family. That’s not just a regular status… that’s history.” Chloe tilted her head. “You don’t even like all that royal pressure stuff.” “I don’t,” I agreed. “But If it is with Rowan, it's different.” Julian is best for attention, but Rowan wasn't the type to get involved with it.There was something far more compelling about someone who carried weight quietly. He held himself like he didn’t need anyone’s approval. Which meant winning his at

She stood up abruptly in an attempt to move, but the Prince swiftly grab her arms as she falls back on him. Without another word he pressed his lips on hers. ****

Stacy finally reached the destination. She paid the cab and as soon as she turned around, her breath hitched. The royal hotel certainly lived up to its name. The hotel reached the sky as its glass windows glittered in the moonlight. Inside of the hotel lit with golden lights giving it a royal vibe. There was tight security and she saw many armed men standing surrounding the building. She had never been to any royal suits before. But it seemed very unusual to have this many armed men.

CHAPTER 13 - The Unwanted Touch He grabbed my arm. His fingers dug into my skin before I could stop him. The grip was cold, strong, and too familiar the kind of touch meant to control, not connect. I jerked my arm back. “Don’t touch me.” Marcus leaned in, his voice low. “You think you’re safe because he trusts you? You think you can stand beside him without paying the price?” I refused to back away. “You’re threatening the wrong person.”

Compared to how rattled I was, her Grace was shockingly calm, and I was only brought back to reality by her steady voice. " The royal beta position. " " And the royal general position." She went on, explaining. " I want you to participate in the royal general contest. It is superior to the royal beta position. " " If you pass, you will command all the royal armies.." " If you pass, even the Alpha King will have to listen to your voice.." She whispered, and when she took a pause, an ominous air permeated through the space, and I felt like I was being choked, as if an invisible hand was circling my neck.

Alina and the King entered his office, it felt like she entered her own palace. She can sense the same vibe and energy, the office is decorated with big bookshelves and on the wall, there are portraits of old Kings and former Alpha. There she saw the image of his great-great-grand father's twin, their resemblance is uncanny she would think that it was him if it wasn't labelled. They sat at the receiving area while omegas prepare their drinks and some snacks on the table.

Before I could cross the threshold, a massive, calloused hand reached out and clamped firmly around my slender wrist. My breath hitched in my throat. I stopped instantly, looking down at his large bronze fingers circling my pale skin. I braced myself for the crushing, iron grip he usually used when asserting his royal authority—the grip that left dark bruises on stone and bone. But the pressure never came. His hold was firm, absolute, and unyielding, yet surprisingly, agonizingly gentle. The heat of his palm sank deep into my pulse point, sending a sweet, thrumming wave of warmth straight up my arm that made my knees feel strangely weak.

Now all Akana wanted was for him to close it. "I wear the royal title Rial Cariad. Royal consort. This makes me royal. I thought priests of Aevitism learn some general knowledge? Or are you trying to say that Eitir doesn't have the status required to have royalty?" The silence laid thick in the room, and as no one had anything to utter, Akana continued.