Harry Potter Fanfiction Royal Inheritance Complete Novels & Stories

And when she asked him again, his answer didn't change. "You are to be my Consort." A consort. His f**king Consort. Athena bit the insides of her cheeks and almost drew blood from it. With the contract already established between them, Athena didn't have any way out without facing a heavy price in trying to disobey the contract binded with magic. "What do you think of this dress, Consort?" Agatha, the maid who Alexander found to see through all her needs while staying in his house excitedly asked Athena didn't like being called 'Consort' but after staying in the mansion for two weeks and hearing that blasted word everyday, she could only force a smile and wish she could stab Alexander in the

It wasn’t his fault he was born of royal blood, and all I have to do is carry that with him. “How about my son here, Thomas?” King Ricardo suddenly perched. I heard two different things that moment. Coughing and laughing. The coughing was from me and Thomas, and the laughing was from Althea and Keith. “I’m sorry, what?” Thomas, who was in front of King Ricardo, almost drowned in his water. “Thomas is a likely suitable partner for Ruthy. He is of royal blood, he has the looks, the brains and the manners. They would rule Rinovea marvelously,” King Ricardo added.

If she didn't know, then it wouldn't be true. Except she was already at the book. “The Law of Princely Marriage: The royal heir, be it male or female must wed of noble blood. No other suitors may be entertained.” “No,” she gasped, but the words stayed the same. Frantic, she pulled her phone out of her clutch and googled the law. It was a real law. There were no repeals. All Orsino marriages were of noble heritage. The latest one listed was between King Carlo and Lady Magdalena Dunhill.

I demand, my head still resting over Elijah’s heart. “You are my granddaughter, and you have Alpha blood from two lines, whereas your mother’s is divine from me, and your father is from an old line of Royal blood - not that he knows this. They were smuggled out and hidden when the last Royal family was slaughtered 200 years ago. You are their descendant, and you and your mate are the King and Queen of werewolves. It is time the Royals once again bring peace and prosperity to your species.” The room is eerie silent after her words, and I feel like my world once again has been turned upside down. Fuck!

i stepped back and stride towards the door, I stared back at Goerge one more time, before I shutter through the hall. “Her father is here” I explained to Her Highness. “What? Why is he…? “ “And I think he was the one behind His Majesty memories lost,His Majesty demeanor changed as soon as he saw him” I elaborated and sighed. “That bastard, his Father tried to rebel years ago and now he's back to take what his father couldn't, those traitors.” Her Highness spat, breathing heavily. “Easy your Highness, Everything will be fine, we won't let them succeed, we have to stop them”

I hum her name, bitterness gathering in my chest. She’s Alive. I shake my head at myself “I still don’t know how but she is” I lean back, letting out a long breath through my nose. “I thought she would be dead by now,” I mutter under my breath. “Especially in the half dead stat we left her in.” The hospital, the fake death certificate, the body we burned… all arranged. All confirmed, especially by her grandfather before we took him off this planet as well. With the Royal family dead, Royal inc belonged to only one person as per the inheritance, Ava our daughter.

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

“I'm here with you, my love.” Morgan didn't move. He closed his eyes against her hair. “Alex is here with you too.” I grabbed her hand. “Always, Princess.” King Damian kissed her again. “You have an entire Kingdom waiting for you.” His voice cracked. “But don't wake up for them.” Another kiss landed against her hair. “Wake up for yourself.” Fuck. I looked away and wiped my eyes. I'd spent my entire life hearing stories about the mate bond. How sacred it was.

My hands trembled as I reached for the remote, turning on the TV for some distraction, only to feel my heart sink. On the screen was the Averelle royal crest. My family’s crest. A reporter stood in front of it, microphone in hand. “Breaking news: King Alaric Windsor has officially announced his abdication. The King will step down to be with his long-time partner, a hotel receptionist identified as......" The remote slipped from my fingers and thudded onto the rug. “What?” I whispered. “He… he did what?” Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition.

Harry slammed the end of his scepter into the ground. The dark green wolf fur that adorned it and his green cape swinging behind him menacingly gave off a very intimidating and quite unnerving air. I showed no hesitation as I stared into the cold, black eyes, looking for any sign that Harry planned to kill them. It wouldn't go over well for Harry to kill his neighboring king, but I wouldn't put it past the unstable ruler. I was encouraged by what I saw and continued. "My wife has birthed yet another dead child. I need an heir, and it isn't likely that I'm going to get one the old fashioned way."