Masked Royal Novels & Stories

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

Royal Wedding Micah sat in front of the dressing mirror, her swollen eyes covered with makeup, her brown hazel eyes drained of life, and her face masked with contour. Her long black hair was brushed and styled into a sophisticated low bun; a hairpin, which extended as a veil, concealed her face but was transparent and easy for the eyes to peer through. Micah was wearing a white gown with red color tints at the bottom of the dress. Heavy necklaces rested on her chest like a burden, and a black diamond earring dangled on both sides of her ears.

“Marshal Hampton, you were really throwing your weight around just now.” Kent and Logan fell to the ground, their faces filled with terror. “Sir, it was a misunderstanding! It was all a misunderstanding!” Kent’s lips shook as he tried to explain. How was Myra’s brother so badass? How was he the Basalt’s chief instructor? How could he have the King Defeating Golden Mace? “Misunderstanding?” Chase lifted his eyebrows and then shook the King Defeating Golden Mace in his hand. “Is this real?” “Yes! Of course, it is!” Kent offered an apologetic smile.

she kept pouting her small round baby lips as she watched them pull out if the drive way. She had also gotten over the fact that her dad was not a masquerade. But she had found his mask either way and held it in her tiny hands. "Let my keep that for you " a maid offered as she ate and okayed around, but she held unto it dearly saying it was her dad's. She was delicate and couldn't be stressed, she they left her to herself as they were too cared to be like the gardener from the day before. As soon as the coue pulled up at the front porch of the Browns in Edward's Lamborghini, Nfrea felt her pm start to get sweaty, so she continued rubbing it on her dress.

Speaking of sweat he looked like he had been out battling with pigs. Even in the mist of the dirt and sweat the fourth Prince still shone out like a glitter of Gold. The fourth prince. The one who is known to be as a ruthless and a merciless prince. The one who doesn’t blink an eye when killing an enemy or someone who has offended him. It was the same prince whom she just tainted a royal cloak! She was in deep trouble and no one was coming forth to nab her out of it. The maidens she was with making their way to the kitchen had suddenly disappeared leaving her to face the beast alone. Not one single person in the room moved or spoke a word as they watched the scene unfold.

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.

The theta of the pack, the one that always spoke in gatherings like that, smiled when he saw me, “Ladies and gentlemen, the rightful heir to the throne of the Seven Isles. The future king and son of the greatest king and warrior to exist. The protector of the lycan and werewolf realm. Allow me to introduce to you Alpha Malakai Ravenscroft.” My subjects cheered on as I approached my throne, and it felt like everything I had ever dreamt of. The seat that I always looked up to sitting on was finally mine. I sat down on it and I felt the power travel up my bones. Two royal servants approached me with the sacred Crown and the Oath Staff. The theta was about to speak again when a loud bang erupted

I read the words aloud, which caused the joyful atmosphere of the coronation to break into pieces. "Congratulations on your little crowns, King Dante and Queen Maya. You have fought a brutal war to unite the wolves, and you believe your continent is finally at peace. You currently control power over a small island that sits above a vast boundary of deep, dark ocean water. The Veil is falling. The wolves are not alone in this world. The Royal Hybrid child belongs to your family because many ancient courts would wage war to acquire him. We have watched you. We are waiting. With regards,

The Headline That Shattered the Set The article hit the internet at noon, spreading across social media like a digital wildfire. It was titled A Dynasty Secured: Inside the Preparations for the Wedding of the Century. The piece featured a staged photo of a glowing Priscilla Rossi holding a vintage Mordrake heirloom, accompanied by a detailed timeline of the upcoming engagement gala. The text spoke of a "union of old-world power and modern elegance," confirming that the Sovereign, Alexander Mordrake, had finally chosen his queen to stabilize the family’s global interests.

Gasps fluttered like birds through the hall. Marcelline’s hand flew to her throat. Her face hardened, mask-perfect. Kael pulled back, letting silence stretch. “You all see her now,” he said, voice carrying. “She is mine. Her words, her face, her bed. Cross her, and you cross me.” A murmur ran like a predator through the ranks. Marcelline bowed, gilded and cold. “I meant no insult, Majesty.” “No one will throw ugliness without answer,” he replied, words shaping the room.