Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Is Royalty Novels & Stories

"I've been in Gryffindor for a short while, notwithstanding, my work has made me interact with more people than I'll wish to." My forehead creased, trying to understand where she was heading with her speech. "What are we having for lunch?" I asked in-between. "Anything you want. I've already had lunch." I nodded. "Steyn," she continued. "I know that Gryffindor has just one Royal family, which happens to be the family I work for. And they happen to have a daughter called Ruby. Is this the Ruby you're talking about?" I halted. "Tell me about your own Ruby then I can determine if she's the one I'm talking about." I told her, succumbing on a chair.

How could she have ever taken a liking to such a despicable person and even agreed to an engagement? Otherwise, none of this trouble would have happened today. Woody glanced at Harry, his gaze filled with a chilling intent to kill. A dragon had reverse scales and touching it meant certain death! For the Majestic Ruler, his weakness was his family and friends. Penny was his disciple and Mabel was his business partner. Harry had the audacity to pursue both of them at the same time. Despite his icy gaze, Harry felt no fear. To him, there was no need to care about the resentment of a man on the verge of death.

“Bella Asher is going to be your royal assistant. Every queen has a personal maid and an assistant. Bella has been managing the affairs of the castle, but she is going to hand them over to you over time.” I nod again. Harriet gets up and pours me a glass of water. “I know King Cedric seems a little harsh, but he’ll come around eventually.” I concentrate on the water. Come around to what? I remember the way he looked at me, the unconcealed disdain in his eyes. I know enough about the Northern Wolf Kingdom to know that they value the purity of blood. The royal family has never mated with commoners. I may have been taught everything Princess Vivian knew, but at the end of the day, my blood is n

“How… how is that possible?” “Because I am a hybrid too,” Rosa replied gently. “Oh…” Seraphina breathed, comprehension dawning in her eyes. “Who would have imagined you carried such a legacy?” Rosa beamed. King Harry, who had been observing silently, stepped forward with a proud smile. “The Moon Goddess has truly blessed us with a gifted child.” “She has,” Rosa agreed, and the royal couple embraced, their joy as evident as sunlight on water.

It had been expected and just as he guessed right, they were on their way. Being the right hand man to the alpha meant a lot of things for Harry. First, he had lost the mere privilege other men had; a happy home, and the peace of not knowing all of the dirty things the park did to survive. Second, he was very much aware of all the dirty things the park did to survive and that kept him one step ahead of everyone else, and Blue Villa was one very dirty pack, Avan, a bomb no one saw coming. It was hard to blame him though, because he had gone through a lot to sit on that throne, a throne he never asked for. He had responsibilities imposed on him and in the midst of all that, they had still take

Heir to the throne. You can visualize the moment my panic attack started, yes? Regardless of Nick’s incredibly generous “offer,” I guess you’d call it, I find it very difficult to believe anyone who might have a say in the matter would permit him to follow through with giving the girl who once had nothing, everything. Including, specifically, the heir to the throne. Thus… I’m about to request another slab of carrot cake. But Nick is eyeing me with mounting curiosity; I know I’m only operating on borrowed time here.

Royalty… what the hell… I must have been staring at him as though he grew two heads, he gestured with his hands for me to calm down. “Let me explain. Powers like telekinesis, telepathy and teleportation is only in the royal blood. If you have them, it means you have royal blood.” My jaw dropped. I stared at them, shocked. How could someone like me be royalty? I was just… me. I shook my head. “No. That cannot be right. You see, I am not royal. My parents weren’t royalty. How could I have royal blood? You must be mistaken.”

I have to drive twenty minutes down the road to the countryside to get to the Royal Family's castle upon the hilltop. Our village is actually named after the King's great great grandmother Aurora. Funny thing is the King is the ruler of the Vampires Clans and Werewolves Packs. He is a hybrid which would make sense. The Queen is full blooded witch so she's the ruler over the witch covens. Which also makes a lot of sense, well to me it does.

It would only bring overly good news or overly heart-breaking news. I pulled the paper out after a few seconds and I unfolded it. It was blank. I quickly brought my thumb to my mouth, biting into it until I tasted the blood. I brought the thumb down to the paper until it was kissed by a drop of my blood. Words suddenly appeared. The vampire royal couple left nothing to chance. Dear Princess Zisealer of the Dragon People, first daughter of King Zahhak. We write this letter in great sadness to inform you that….

I asked, trying to sound offended—though the idea didn’t entirely disgust me. “I want you to watch them,” Roy corrected. “Harley in particular. There’s more to her. And if she starts to show signs of unlocking her magic again, I want to know. Immediately.” I hesitated, just for effect. “And if I do?” He smiled slowly. “Then I’ll take care of you.” I swallowed. “How?” He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear like it was the most natural thing in the world. “You want more than respect. You want to be seen. Chosen. Desired. I see you, Juliet.”