Masked Royal Novels & Stories

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

“I am Aeron, Alpha of Obsidian. And if you don’t move, you’ll regret standing in my way.” Laughter rippled among the guards. “He even speaks like him. Clever.” Aeron inhaled slowly, then stepped closer. “You want proof?” His hand lifted, and in one swift motion, he bared his forearm. The skin shimmered, revealing the mark of the Obsidian—the tattoo that every member of the royal family had. It was a tattoo etched in silver light. It glowed in the light as they stared at it. “Tell me, can a trick forge this?”

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.

Their painted eyes seemed to watch the masked figures below as if passing judgment on the guests who danced and whispered beneath their gaze. The floor was polished marble, so perfectly reflective that it captured the gleam of candlelight and the movement of those who graced it. At its center lay the royal crest—a silver wolf entwined with crescent moons—emblazoned into the stone, an unyielding reminder of the kingdom’s strength. The guests were the pinnacle of nobility, each one a vision of status and authority. Royal families from different packs in rich jewel-toned silks moved with practiced grace, their gilded masks obscuring their expressions but not their intentions.

The king had sent his birthday invitation to the dragon king through a special kind of bird that could pass through dimensions . " Your Majesty ! The king of Anadol has sent you an invitation to his birthday . Will you go Your Majesty ?! " asked the butler . " That idiot king has sent me an invitation to a ball ?!.....Public appearance ?!......Burn it ! " said king Damien . " But,.......Your Majesty ! The king of Anadol has ordered the guests to wear masks . It's a masquerade ball just so that you can also attend Your Majesty . " said the butler .

They went all the way back to the very first one from hundreds of years ago when wolves decided to join together and form the monarchy they have established to this day. "Hey look! It's Alpha Landrews." Brady pointed to a picture at the end of the row. A younger Landrews stood with a beautiful brunette woman on his arm. They were both dressed in their royal robes and crowns that were passed down through the generations. "That must be his mate." He looked closely at the woman who shared the hazel eyes of her son but more petite features. Even though they showcased serious expressions that were enforced for the portraits, her eyes portrayed a friendly brightness that could make someone fall to

Marcia The entire group stared at the mark on Marcus's neck in astonishment. When wolves normally mate, even with humans, a mark resembling a black tattoo of two wolves appears. The mark now worn by Marcus was a crown surrounded by runes. This mark is the crest of the house of the Lycan King, something no wolf had ever worn. Traditionally, the king could use magic to transfer the mark to his most trusted Lycans, granting them the rights and privileges of a royal. This mark would be on their wrist. Only a direct descendant, or their Mate, developed one naturally, and then it was always on their neck.