Masked Royal Novels & Stories

The doors opened, and Helios whispered in her ear, “Kick the golden bowls each and spill their content on the throne room floor. The cherry petals mean you shall bring beauty to the kingdom, the rice means you shall ensure that everyone is fed in the kingdom, and the wine means you shall be fruitful and loving to the king.” Mariah smiled. It was so ancient, but she loved it. She looked down and, with one foot, kicked each bowl and spilled its contents. The dragons rejoiced and clapped, and she walked into the throne room. Alaric was sitting on his throne, he was cladded in a white robe with a golden overcoat, identical to Mariah. His long, white hair was held up with a dragon-shaped golden c

MAIKA (resolute): “I’ll protect him. No matter what he becomes, he is one of ours.” ---- That evening, Maika entered a locked chamber beneath the manor—a hidden sanctum known only to the royal blood of the Landon and Carello clans. At its center stood the Mirror of Blood Pact, a relic Maika had not touched in years. She stood before the obsidian glass and whispered in Old High Wyrm, her fingers glowing with black sigils as they danced in the air. A pulse surged through the floor. MAIKA: “By my blood, by my right, I call thee—Vantessa of the Crimson Crown. Queen of the Carellos. Hear your niece.”

“ Can I have a word with you?” Camilla nods, raising from her seat. Arielle moves her mask up her face, resting it in her perfectly styled hair. “I believe we haven't been properly introduced, I'm Arielle.” she says, reaching her hand forward to greet Camilla. Camilla puts her hand forward, to greet Arielle, her other hand reaching for the mask on her face, the royal mask that has people talking about her even more so than before. “Alpha Camilla of Silverline,” she grins. Her hand slipping away from Arielle's hand.

The Luna of the pack stood next to her husband, and even though she was all smiles, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I was definitely not the only one that noticed how tensed and agitated alpha Simon was. “All hail his Royal highness, Prince Ryder Cadwalder, the strongest and most fearless of our kind, the greatest werewolf that would rule us in victory for many decades, the true son of his father. Hail thee the alpha of alpha’s, the one who can murder a thousand beats with just the snap of his fingers, the curse breaker. Hail thee….” A loud voice starts to sing praises to me.

He speaks English, the Greek god speak English. “I'm really sorry, but I was not checking you out in anyway” I quickly composed myself and internally hit my head on an invisible wall so I’ll die to avoid this embarrassment. “It's written all over your face” I just embarrassed myself. “Im Michael and you are?” He stretched his hand out for a handshake and I quickly took it “I'm Vanessa” I replied “I know you're Vanessa Decruz, fiancee of the great one and only Arab prince, Richard Amaan”

All distinguished members gathered around the ancestral hall to celebrate our existence and the gift of the full moon, because for every wolf, the full moon was our greatest strength, and we are nothing without it. But that was not just why I was excited, it was also my birthday today, my eighteenth, and the day I had waited for all my life when I finally got to feel the mate bond that I share with Alpha Ryder. He was twenty-four years old and had gotten his wolf two years back, that was when he realized that we were mates, and since then, both of us have been together. Even in the midst of all the chaos going on in my life, Ryder had been my source of strength.

"This marks our first formal appearance before the high packs since the eternal moonmark was declared. This gathering carries immense weight for the Silverclaw kingdom." "Does my male tunic sit right on my shoulders, Michael?" Jone Jackson asks, the omega attempting to mask the sudden flutter of his scent. He adjusts the silver-lined collar of his ceremonial vest, desperate not to bring any dishonor to the royal bloodline when introduced to those the future alpha king holds dear.

I'd thought about Nyx all week, the way she made me forget I was Nicholas Bodeen for exactly three minutes and twenty-seven seconds. "Mr. Bodeen," Dominic greeted me at the entrance with that practiced smile. "Welcome back, should I assume you're requesting Nyx again?" "Yes." "Of course. VIP Room Three is ready for you." I followed him down the familiar hallway, my pulse already picking up. This was ridiculous. I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes.

Hazel held her fancy mask across her face, laced her arm with Kylin's as the coronation instruments began to play and they all stood up, waiting for Alpha Dario and Prince Nicholas to pass through. Hazel looked at Kylin nervously. It was all about to begin. The loud blaring alarms sounded (Alpha Alexandro signal). And it all began. “For the glory of Alexandro Aragonia!” Ashford Michaelson yelled as the main palace gate fell to the ground and Alexandro's army invaded dark royal waters’ palace.

He generously offered to send his most skilled and fearless fighters on board his formidable battleship, 'Phoenix's Wrath', to bolster our ranks and strengthen our chances of victory. Queen Bithea was by his side, offering her support and assistance in any way we might need. King Raphael's expression turned serious as he asked, "What will you do if they launch a ground assault?" Niklaus let out a hearty laugh, his eyes gleaming with confidence, "That would be a fatal mistake on their part. Not only are we all of Royal Atlantis bloodline, but my entire kingdom is also of my Bloodline as a Mayan Vampire." The Queen and King exchanged bewildered glances, their faces etched with confusion, as th