Indian Royal Novels & Stories

In a seat designated for royalty. How is this happening?

They were Ian Gildon, the King of North Delhi, Lucas Gildon, the King of South Delhi, Harry Gildon, the King of East Delhi, and Silas Gildon, the King of West Delhi. Under the guidance of the eunuch, Carson and Severin sat in the first and second seats. At this time, Emperor Sherman, who was sitting on the throne, said with a smile, "I haven't seen you Carson in a long time. I wonder what I owe this honor to?" Carson then saluted and said, "Haha, I am here to discuss a collaboration between the Grandiuno Sacred Land with Delhi." Emperor Sherman nodded and did not ask further. There were many royal family members and prodigies in the hall, as well as noble members from aristocratic families.

I could remember the horrific looks on everyone’s faces! Zack wasn’t still talking to me even after the coronation. I wondered what his problem was. Didn’t he know that a King and Queen had to work together to make a beautiful nation? I understood he lost his father but how come I was the only one he didn’t converse with? I summoned the royal doctor this morning, due to the constant diarrhea I had. I noticed she looked moody when he entered. “My Queen, Good morning,” she said. The royal doctor was a middle-aged woman who wore a thick-rimmed glasses that made her look professional.

Neharika warned this time. Yashvir rolled his eyes, already tired of people trying to order him around. He was not used to it, and he never would be. He was the crown Prince of Kalang, after all. "I am Yuvraj (Crown Prince) Yashvir Rathore of the Kingdom of Kalang, so I suggest, you do not try to teach me manners," he announced, glancing at Neharika. Instantly, all the maids' eyes widened, and they bent their heads down in respect. Everyone knew about him. His Kingdom was the strongest Kingdom in the whole of Bharat, and Yashvir himself was known to be the fiercest warrior history had ever seen. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face seeing their reactions, but it was quickly replaced with

she said coolly. Aveline chuckled seeing the carefree way in which Drishti was speaking. "And may I know who you are?" He asked politely and she had the gall to look offended at that. "I am Drishti. Drishti Maheswari" The woman said. "Maheswari? As in Shravan Maheswari's wife?" Zayed asked. "Of course. In fact, we are also Indian Royalty. Unfortunately, India isn't under royal ruling anymore. Else, my husband would have been the ruling Prince of Jaipur and I would have been his princess," Drishti said sadly.

“I guess the Queen didn’t bother to tell you that was the reason she never found her mate.” “But the King is her mate.” “No another royal flaw.” she giggled. “You see most royal women are auctioned off to the house, you either become Queen or a Princess.” “But I thought my baby is his, so he's my mate!” I growled wanting to grab at her but I couldn’t move. “And the claws I had claws.” “No that was all smoke and mirrors, you see Marcus knows a lot about the area, so it was easy to make things seem like it happened but you’ve been fooled.”

It's a welcoming ritual of Aryagar. "Maharaja Devdutt ye hamari Rajya ki parampara hai ki Sabse jesth Rajkumari hi ye Rasma nibhati hai to unhe jhukna to hoga hi apke samne (King Devdutt, this is our kingdom's custom that the elder princess has to do the ritual. So she has to bow down in front of you.) "Maharani ji said in her overly sweet voice.

“The royal family will make you a Brahmin if you do! “The future generations of your family will have the same treatment!” Harvey squinted after hearing those words. ‘These people are quite something… The Indians knew that Harvey was not short of money. That was why they were using the title as a bargaining chip. Zoe, Axel Garcia, Cody Garcia, and Frankie Garcia were only Kshatriyas… And yet they offered Harvey a higher position than all of them. Simply put, if Harvey agreed to the deal, he could make anyone in India kneel! He would even be on par with the prince of India. The future generations of his family would be able to be married into the royal family!

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

"Nick, do you think that this vampire might be a royal?" "Yes, now please get going I still have some business to attend to before this circus of a night!" I said and he left immediately. I remember the stories that mom and dad used to tell me regarding the war ages ago. They told me how they were fighting side by side then the next moment they got attacked by rogues. After the war, our alliance ended immediately with the vampires and we were no longer living in peace with each other. I can recall back to last year that the royal vampire never pitched up for the ball. I always heard these stories about vampires and that the royals were brutal. My father told me that I should watch my back ar