Lords Royal Novels & Stories

Someone chuckled darkly, a solemn nod going about the room. It had my curiosity entranced as each generation started to describe the slow decline of the Great Pack, as they called it; all Rogues connected to the king under one banner. What was even more surprising was the casual mention throughout of the Royals being Lycans. No one in the room batted an eye at it, just accepted it like truth and enjoyed the stories. “Constable, I hate to interrupt; but are you saying all Royals for England were Lycans?” I had to know, a few cops snickering at the question, but Constable Myra just smiled and nodded her head.

she murmured as he looked up at the portrait she was dusting. It was the largest portrait in the room though the man wasn’t dressed with all the regal splendor the other portraits had been. His eyes were fierce in his stern face. He stood with his hands resting on the pommel of a sword. A furred cloak rest on his shoulder and he stood on bloodstained ground looking victorious. “Who is he?” She seemed confused before looking up at the portrait and back at him. “His name was Arthur; he was the first Royal of your line, Your Majesty.”

A roar exploded from Bruce. Not an ordinary wolf's roar. Not even an Alpha's. The sound shook the fucking cabin. Alpha Tobias's warriors immediately lowered themselves. Lenden's head dropped. Even Kornell paused and bowed instinctively before catching himself. Royal authority thundered through Bruce's voice. The roar of a King. Then Bruce saw Ryan. And I lost him. We launched ourselves across the room. Ryan was already on the floor beneath Kornell and Lenden, struggling to complete his shift. He looked at us.

“Then you already have your answer.” “Loyalty is fragile,” I said. “Especially when it’s built on fear.” His eyes darkened. “Careful.” “I’m offering you something better,” I continued. “Security. Influence. A future where you’re not just following orders.” “I already have that,” he snapped. “I’m loyal to Royal.” The name landed heavily between us. Royal. The kind of name people whispered, not spoke. The kind of man who didn’t forgive betrayal. “Royal doesn’t protect loyalty,” I said quietly. “He owns it.”

“I try.” “I can’t pretend to say I know anything about anyone most of the time. My first impressions of Royal though are he’s a man who doesn’t like being told he can’t do or have what he wants. He’s strong-willed and single-minded and can accomplish anything he sets his mind out to do.” “But?”

It is the home of the angel kings, the most flawless of beings. Lordsland is the only kingdom that is ruled by the race of angels, born after a weyr of rogue dragons attacked the kingdom and killed nearly all humans that did not have the protection of werewolves. The triplets angel kings, Tiras, Ronen and Adon, are the mightiest of all beings. People also say they are the most stunning creatures to ever walk the earth. But I think their castle is most stunning. Because what could be more beautiful than this?

I hissed at him, holding the stable keeper's shoulder to comfort him. “My lady.” He bowed, still shivering. “Your Highness , you mean. Can't you see the colors of the robe?” Liora hissed. The stable keeper and I immediately got aware of the robe I was wearing. It had the royal emblem of a wolf stepping on the moon all around it. “Oh, you're the Human Queen.” He muttered, and I could swear I heard disgust in his voice. “Are you disappointed?” I chuckled, hoping to see his reaction.

Luke said with a deep thick voice and growled. Prince Roy Havert was the Lycan prince of the Blackpool Pack. The Blackpool Pack ruled over all other packs. Prince Roy was only coming for an important ceremony that has always taken place on every full moon. Roy seemed to be the cold type of guy because of his cool face but yet unpredictable and dangerous.

The gatekeeper of Royal ROXFLOOD KINGDOM made an announcement of the Royal prince entering the court with two of the culprits. The king FAUST BRAVER ROXFLOOD was discussing some of the state affairs with other ministers since it was early in the day and the court hours were up to the third half of the day. As soon as the announcement of Prince’s arrival was made, the ministers started whispering amongst each other.

Her husband, her god, her lover, her prince, her duke and the father of her children; she just loved him. She was after all his Her Royal Highness.