Masked Royal Novels & Stories

Mason froze for a moment. An invitation? He didn't have one. Wait—why would he need an invitation? He was the groom. Frowning impatiently, Mason said, "I'm the groom of this wedding." "The groom? May I know your name, sir?" The staff member looked puzzled and pulled out the guest list to check, but Mason pressed it down with one hand. "My name is Mason Ryder, CEO of the Ryder Group. If Madison Blake of the royal family is getting married, I am the only Mr. Ryder who will be the groom."

Unshaken. I swallowed. Slowly. Exhaled. “Then we fight. Together.” Marcus’s eyes gleamed like a predator’s. “Together?” he whispered. “We’ll see how long that lasts.” I swallowed hard. The council watched, Marcus smirked, and the court whispered with expectation. I realized one truth: no one would survive the morning unhurt. I’ve never seen him kneel. Adrian was on the floor, one knee pressed to the cold marble, eyes burning with something I

It was just as delicious, and once you took a sniff, you quickly became hooked and killed without realizing it. She glanced at them, a smirk stretching over her bow-shaped lips that seemed to have been colored with something bolder and darker than blood, and her eyes glittered with a predator's gleam. She watched them more like prey and pawns than her people. “All hail the Luna!” They fell to their knees and bowed until their foreheads touched the glossy black floor tiles at the thunderous and unrestrained order, hailing the powerful Luna. She watched them with thrill, and as she laughed, the esoteric and sinister sound reverberated throughout her royal chamber. After all, that was where the

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.

Ella didn’t have a regular hairdresser just finding someone in London or a nearby town. The spray was removed from Ella’s hair, leaving behind a gorgeous light golden blonde colour. Her hair, styled in a renaissance fashion, was elegantly tamed with waves flowing down to her waist and pinned back at the sides. She couldn’t help but run her fingers through her long, cascading curls, marveling at how they framed her face so elegantly. Ella never showed her hair in its natural state. No one in town had ever seen it. Em had been utterly amazed. The fabric used for Ella’s mask perfectly complemented her dress, showcasing beautiful shades of green, blue, and purple. Not a single feather adorned it

As Christian and I reached the bottom of the staircase, I tightened my grip around his arm slightly. As Christian and I reached the bottom of the staircase, we were greeted by Alpha King Dominic’s steady gaze. He stood tall on the platform, his regal presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. The air in the grand hall buzzed with anticipation, the murmurs dying down as the crowd focused on the next moment—the blood oath. Alpha Dominic stepped forward, his voice strong and steady as he addressed the pack. “Tonight, we witness the formal induction of Mia as our Royal Beta, bound by loyalty to the pack, to our people, and to the future we strive to protect.”

Percy warned. "Yes my prince," Kamil replies and started the car. He drove out of the airport car park into the street. Everyone thought life is easy for the royal family of the Anderson because they had it all. The money, power, and authority but that wasn't the case for Percy. He was the crown prince of the Katula kingdom but he lacks love and care. His parent married out of love and so he doesn't know the word love and doesn't even believe in it. Percy looked through the window shield and thought about how imperfect his life was. Although his pictures were plastered in almost every tall building in the kingdom, his life didn't feel the same. He was just hiding under the name 'crown prince

Let's go. Coming to the front hall, Carra found that besides lord Livingstone, Angela and Audrey were also there, as well as a tall, medium built man in purple clothes who was drinking wine. His glowing white eyes were sign of his Lycan heritage. Presumably this was Algernon, the only surviving son of the second son of the previous king. Carra glanced at him secretly. He was with handsome features and extraordinary bearing. After all, he was a Lycan and member of the royal family. Yet, there was something about him not appealing to her.

And that too so easily. "I don't want to regret anything in my life, Alex" She pecked his lips. "Let's get ready fast or else, my princess will kill us," Alex mumbled and took a new parcel to Clara. She was so happy to see a long red gown and he had the same colour tie to match his suit. His efforts always made her special. Both got ready and came down so quickly. Rachel wore a red and black gown which was sweeping the floor and she looked like a Disney princess in real life. She jumped and hugged her mom and dad with a huge grin.

It never affects him even though the man was handsome. "Thanks. All right. Don't you dear to see me again. I'm allergic to you, can I?" Was her sarcastic answer and then left. She immediately entered the room that Regor considered to be his palace within the Alpha Mouhiere Empire. This room is so large that it is only right to own it and consider it a palace. Maybe it's good too. That's why he called himself king of all kings. It was sitting in its chair when Scarlett arrived. His eyes were sharp when he looked at her. Clenched palms straining to calm himself.