Ice Monarch Novels & Stories

"I made sure the Council believed you were dead. I gave you suppressants. I gave you a new identity. I made sure you were hidden in plain sight." Wren's hands were shaking. "Why?" "Because you're the last Royal Omega." Marcus's voice was quiet. "And as long as you're alive, the Council can't complete their plan." Wren's heart stopped. "What plan?" Marcus was silent for a long moment. "The Council has been manipulating bloodlines for decades. They've been trying to create a perfect Alpha heir—someone who can control all the bloodlines through the bond. But they need an Omega to complete the bond. An Omega who shares the bloodline. A Royal Omega."

She was expecting an outrageous reaction from Augustus but he didn't do anything like that, instead, much to her shock, he spoke firmly " I'm glad and she died for the good. " All this while, he had his eyes firmly set on Marcus. Ritha was about to ask something when king Atticus reminded them about the coronation ceremony. Without any emotion, Augustus pointed his index finger at Marcus and spoke, " that disgrace wouldn't attend my ceremony. " Marcus's heart broke but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Trying to cheer up her husband, Ritha chirped, " so, finally my Prince is Rex of Rome. " Grinning at his wife, Augutsus replied, " and you're the Indian Queen Of Roman Crown.

“It hasn’t changed, Anna. You’re the same person you were yesterday. The only difference is now you know the truth.” I swallowed hard. “The truth about what?” “That you’re rare,” he said, his voice quieter now. “That you have a presence that others will recognize. And that not all of them will have good intentions.” My stomach twisted. “Recognize how? What do they want from me?” Jace hesitated, then said, “Control. Power. Some want omegas for what they represent. Some want to break them. Some just want to claim them.” A chill crawled up my spine. I took a shaky step back, my heart hammering. “Claim them? Like… like property?”

“As Alpha King, this is one of the many sacrifices I have to make.” Nothing he said made sense. I wanted to nod and pretend I understood but I still had a gazillion questions on my mind and some, if not all of them needed urgent answers. “And what of children? Can you at least have children?” I asked. He shook his head before answering my question. “To prevent monarchy, Alpha Kings are prohibited from having children of their own. The only people allowed to lead packs are those appointed by the Goddess.” It made sense now, why all the Alphas I have met so far walked as though the burden of the entire world was resting in their shoulders.

The workers of VNVS only placed their faith in their new owner. Whether she soared to the stars or crashed from the sky, they could only weather the storm with her. It was not the first time that someone challenged Monarch; not even the previous attempts of Pearce Empire punched through the barrier Monarch had created to preserve itself.

as a guide for my actions. I open my eyes wide to contemplate the grand palace I never imagined, but my lips remain firm. This place always impresses, but I prefer to keep my emotions to myself. I must be cold and unfeeling. The doors at the end of the hall open to reveal the biggest hall I've ever seen, bigger even than the throne room. I don't think I'll ever get used to the brutal size of this place. I go through the door and come across a staircase. The steps lead to a wide space where all the nobles of the five sectors await impassively for my arrival. They are grouped by name and number. Some are whispering among themselves, probably about me and running away with the Crown Prince. On

Stacey bows her head to our king. With a roar and a snap, my king comes forward. “Great servants, you have freed me,” Caesar tells us. He reaches out and touches Stacey’s head. Why is my King touching my mate? “My King,” I draw his attention. “I have killed the wizard and offer him to you as tribute. In hopes you will allow my human Adam to mark our fated mate.” He shifts back to Stacey and sees my mark on her neck. “Such a pretty wolf. Wolves are beneath us, Bruce, they are less than. To keep her, your human and you would have to accept the rank Omega forever,” My King tells me I will never again be considered a Prince of Beasts.

Ok, let's come back to the present, I guess you now understand mom's reason for calling me Demian, a name that rhymes with a demon. Well, it's true, I'm Damian, a hybrid of mom a beautiful human lady, and Dad, a seductive Akwa-being, and a Sea King, I guess that made me an Aqua-prince, and yes this is the story of my life.

“The Crown Prince of Winacellu and the Dorm Leader of Faenice, His Royal Highness—” “Can’t, can’t you just cut it down to their actual names?” I requested, wincing at the very long introduction of their prince. “Okay, okay.” She nodded. “So, Kieran Fiores Gregory, Winacellu’s crown prince; Murien Larimar Samudra, Malecoy’s first prince; Leonis Raizen Aureus, Aslan’s second prince; Lazul Horacin Samudra and Guren Cairox Samudra, Malecoy’s twin princes.” She snatched a cookie from the plate.

Aurora asked shyly. Ithel looked sad, "That is a discussion to have with the King and Queen, I'm afraid. If it were up to me, I would gladly take you." Aurora was pretty sure that he was just being polite. The prince changed the subject. "You do not have many princes in your part of the world, do you?" Aurora furrowed her brow, "Only one. Everyone is a subject of the Empress, and she has only one son." "Yet you do not cower or even act uncomfortable in the presence of royalty. Would not a normal human be in awe?" Ithel was curious. His interaction with humans was very limited.