Indian Royal Novels & Stories

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

Rory answers me, he's younger than me and Amber but he was raised along with us, and was taught how to help us rulling our species. "I can't take another day without her, I'm getting there tonight," I say, Rory would be staying in the dorms with us, not in the same room or floor as me, he'll be on the floor below us along with all of our security. "You know if you touch her," Rory taunts me, if I touch her without being married the both of us would lose our royal titles, dragons are very old school. "I want to hug and cuddle my mate, it's a modern way of showing love," I say while he laughed, of course, this rule only applies to the royals, the rest of the clan are free to mate whenever they

"He is my elder brother," a loud, icy, and cold tone echoed, and Chandni's parents were shocked when they found Abhimanyu Singh Rathore standing in front of them in his dark and dominating glory. "King? King of GADH?", Chandni and her whole family whispered at the same time. "Now, do you have any problems here? He is the firstborn of our clan. The Prince of GADH," Abhimanyu—the King of GADH—said with an expressionless face and icy tone, and they gulped in fear.

The throne room of Deira stood cloaked in twilight, its golden banners dull under the weight of the fading sun. The scent of myrrh hung in the air, too sweet, too heavy, like the perfume of deceit. Queen Indira sat upon the dais, her fingers drumming lightly on the armrest of the throne that had once belonged to King Augustus. The crown upon her head glimmered faintly, though the expression on her face was anything but regal calm.

"Bhai Saheb, Please try and understand, I WANT TO GET MARRIED TO THIS PERSON," 1628, Mahabaleshgarh. The most powerful and rich Empire of Entire Hind was enjoying its royalty peacefully. Their royalty and dominance were crying aloud on all the other empires as they haven't lost any war in the past fifty years. The ruthless King and Prince considered being the most unkind when it comes to finishing their Enemies. But, little did they know was nothing about a vast conspiracy that was taking birth behind their backs. They were happily conducting their royal meeting on this day. As it was a bright, sunny day and they had a visitor in their Empire too, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman

It was said that they acquire unstoppable and unspecified sovereignty over all other kingdoms, which is said to be the main motive for the Royal Family's assassination. Legend says that only the ones that are deserving to receive the still have unseen Royal Crown, shall only have the right to use its unknown powers and supremacy over the kingdom. But nobody knows if what was heard and believe by all, is the truth. However, some people will do anything to achieve great authority and fortune because of greed and unlimited ambitions no matter how hard it is to obtain.

We looked back to see Dom standing in the middle of the hall. "What is it, young man?" The Senex asked. "How can they be king and queen when Amy Daunter is alive?" He questioned. "Clare James is the daughter of Jane James, therefore she is the true monarch as she is her daughter. The sword decides the King and Queen. Amy Daunter was never the queen. She was given the title for the time being. We told her that she could attain the title if she could bring us the sword. But she couldn't" He explained to Dom.

“Royal household. This is the butler speaking. How may I be of help?” “I need to speak directly to the king.” “And who is this?” “Don Aziel.” “A moment please.” The line went mute for five minutes before someone finally spoke. “Hello,” finally the king said, his voice unmistakably irritated. “We have a problem.” “If this is about Zarek being stubborn, rest assured I’ve had enough for today. Tell him I’ll cut his allowance.” “He’s been kidnapped,” I said, not having the time to mince my words. “How did that happen? I thought you—”

The room burst into laughter. “My name is Princess Alvarez. I’m the vice president of this esteemed institution, and it’s an honor to be here. You may be wondering why I’m standing before you today. Well, it’s tradition here at Royalty College for upperclassmen to welcome the freshmen and guide them through what they need to know about the school—and a few other things too. “So without wasting much time, let me tell you about the five clubs we have. You’ll be choosing the one that suits you best. But be warned—some clubs are selective. You’ll have to pass a screening to get in.

Then slowly a man with the air of a mighty wind stepped in Two guards blew their trumpets loud enough for everyone to hear. "His royal majesty, the mighty lion, lord of the seas and the forest. Ruler of the imperial kingdom of Decreash, Regaleon Von Clegane! A guard shrilled in a high-pitched voice. The congregation in the hallway languidly rose to their feet. So did the queens seated at the upper deck of the hall. Ragaleon slowly made his way in, accompanied by his hand, Brandon, and his personal knight.