Lords Royal Novels & Stories

“Do you understand what’s at stake?” I didn’t look up. “I understand,” I said, voice low but steady. “But that doesn’t make it right.” Isabella’s look relaxed, just enough to unsettle me. “Right doesn’t matter here. The crown comes first. Love… loyalty… even courage… none of it matters if the country falls.” “I’m not afraid of losing the kingdom,” I whispered, though a flicker of doubt gnawed at me. “I’m afraid of losing him.”

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.

Logan Nielsen "Are you serious that you want to take over the throne next year?" I asked my oldest son, Leonardo. "Yes, father. I'm ready." "How about your bride?" "Father, we're not living in the old days anymore. I still can rule without someone by my side. You know that I'm capable of rule." He's right. Leonardo always wanted the throne so bad. He was born to rule Denmark and everyone loves him. Everyone believes that Leonardo will be a great King.

The royals has separate outing clothes, if they want to have a view outside the castle, all clothes has the symbol of the devon. But Andrea didn't ask the maid, she even forbade them from entering her room. How harsh!!

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.

He marches towards me and picks me up, placing me back on the bed “I warned you, I will mark you if you keep disobeying me” Squeezing my lips together into a thin line and furrowing my brow, he raises an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to say something “I really am the last one of my kind” it was not what he was expecting me to say Daryl nods his head at me “You are” "What does this Royalty thing mean?" "It means that there were once some very powerful wolves, these wolves were known as Royals and truth be told, no one actually knew why." He stands up and walks to the door, carefully closing it. "The Royal blood line was a force in itself"

Although the New World Royals were descendants of the fiends, but they generally kept to their own position and drew a very clear line with the fiends. For the record, when Lord Kenny Bred colluded with Skylar Blanc in the past, it started off perfectly but ended in disaster. Her Majesty ought to learn her lesson from a mistake committed by her predecessor, so why was she so adamant on repeating it again?

With such abilities it was no wonder the royals of the human race were respected as if offended, one would be making a formidable foe to battle for all ages as they barely let go of grudges however this was also so for favors as one who has ever given them favor will never be forgotten and would have their loyalty for ages to come. Thus, the human race was known as one of the most loyal races. Because of their insane mana reserves the royals had hair either too light or dark. There had never been a single instance where a royal's hair was dull but they were known for possessing hair that screamed their mana heritage. The present king- King Abbott was born with an extreme amount of light mana

“Uh, who is this majesty that you are talking about?...” It was the woman’s turn to leave her mouth hanging open. Eventually, she cleared her throat, “It’s none other than Langrey –formally known as his Imperial Majesty, Prince Langrion Zephiry Romualdi, the king’s nephew and one of the heirs to the throne. Or maybe you can call him Langrey too. It might be a good idea to create the illusion that you are close enough and that the engagement wasn’t rushed in, like, a day...or in a few minutes.”

Lexia was born next, she was 14, then came Liam who was 12, and another set of twins, Linton and Lacy who were 9. Luka and Lyle were identical twins. Tall, with black hair and deep blue eyes that sometimes looked as light as the shallow ocean tide, and at other times as dark as the deep ocean trenches. Luka wore his hair slightly long, it reached to his ears, Lyle on the other hand, kept his hair longer in the front and spiky at the top with a cropped back. Both had a lean frame and a chiseled face with muscles that rippled across their body. They were nothing short of perfection. Good looks ran in the entire Royal family, they were indeed blessed with physical and magical attributes.