Lords Royal Novels & Stories

Dapper, gallant with a dash of humor on the side, were the reasons why ladies want to throw themselves to the third prince. But in every family there will always be a black sheep and royalty or not, there's no exemption to this. The Royal Family has two and goes by the name of Prince Lazlo and Prince Lachlan, both were drop-dead gorgeous bad boys who choose girls and bikes over books and studies. Dubbed by the media as Royal Rebel and Fuvkboi respectively, scandal follows them everywhere faster than their Lambos and Bugatti. They're the walking pain in the ass, if I may add.

Jacinda chuckles nastily. "Stop with the games and tell me!" I snap, annoyed and frustrated. "Hmm. Just this once. I assume you've heard of Prince Alexander Filipe Reginald Kensington-Wield, the Crown Prince of the Lycanthrope Kingdom?" She reveals lazily, as if we are just discussing the weather. "Vaguely..." I whisper, the pieces of the puzzle finally coming together.

A lust that I couldn’t explain. I read a lot about the Roessler family in my commoner days. Marlon Roessler was the most honored nobleman, master of the Roessler family, and the only one capable of competing with the King himself. Only the most fierce and coldblooded can dare compete with the King and Marlon happens to be that werewolf.

He immediately dropped to the floor and stood on his knees to salute. "I, Allard Russell, pay my respects to His Majesty King Kinsley Rodriguez de Castillo—the ruler of the Kingdom of Willesden. May glory be with you always."

She wasn't a weakling either and could take any shit the world threw at her. Justin also had a Long night. He didn't know what to think of the dragon Mark engraved on the pillar at the entrance of the Lambert Villa. He could understand the similarities between the two houses as one being a copycat of the other. Alternatively,the designer could have been one and the same person but that dragon Mark brought question marks. A dragon was a symbol of royalism. It was the symbol of the protector of the crown in their country. He wondered what could be the hidden relationship between the Lambert family and the royal family.

He threw back his head and laughed. "I also don't like formalities," He told me after he had recovered. "Adeia and I both hate being royal." "Hate is a strong word, Cisses." "Fine then. Adeia and I dislike having royal blood," He emphasized the dislike so much, I couldn't help but giggle. I liked Cisses quite a lot. From how he stood to how he spoke, he didn't give me much of a royal vibe. I didn't feel like I was talking to Prince but as if I was speaking to a close family member.

But then, the only true royals were Ryder, Xanth and Mavrek, Iris and her family had gotten the title of royalty only through her betrothal to Ryder, and they exercised every right that came with the title, most especially Ermine, who loved to parade herself as Queen mother, and as long as they did not interfere with matters concerning the kingdom, Ryder couldn’t care less about the way they acted. The food had been served and everyone had begun to eat, all except for Ryder who was busy with some scrolls. The disturbance at the Eldham border was beginning to bug him because it was a kingdom as small as Rocheveron that had been brave enough to disturb his empire. His face was straight and his

“That’s good. By the way, is it really possible to hold your wedding at the House of Royals? It wouldn’t cause any trouble, right?” “It’s absolutely possible! The House of Royals is the Black Dragon’s residence. He is abroad for some business right now and won’t be coming back anytime soon. Plus, I really am acquainted with him. We even went on a mission together about eight years ago. Even though it was a long time ago, he is very loyal. He always agrees to his soldiers’ requests as long as they aren’t too overboard. You can ask around if you don’t believe me. He has a reputation for valuing and taking good care of his soldiers,” James reassured them.

I admit. I do not really spend much of my time watching the Court's fashions. I have spent the last few years just trying to survive.The last couple of months has really been even more intense when it comes to my focus on other subjects. I have been so focused on coming up with a plan to steal the crown. "Red is considerend a royal color to some and a demonic color to others. What reason could you have to like the color red? Are you royal or are you a demonic worshiper?" One of the knights say to me.

The remainder of the ride is silent, the Beta’s eyes occasionally glaze over, indicating he is mind linking with someone. Once we reach the Royal palace I am beyond stunned by its beauty. I have heard of and of course expected the Royal palace to be next level, but nothing could have prepared me for this. Just what we can see from the front the palace is massive beyond words. I don’t know how much ground the entire palace is covering, but I am guessing it would take a day or so to travel through by foot from front to back if the backyard is equally big. Talk about filthy rich and uneven distribution of wealth in the world, I think to myself. The outside of the palace gives off French vibes w