Masked Royal Novels & Stories

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.

Paris stands next to her in a silver tunic tailored to exude sophistication and prestige, his hand resting on her lower back as they stand side by side. They are honored to be part of this special day, supporting their friends and family as they embark on their journey as husband and wife. Maia looks like the queen that she is in an exquisite masterpiece crafted from the finest burgundy silk, the color of Antonis's house. Kyros stands next to her in a grand display of deep forest green, his kingdom's colors, exuding regality, power, and prestige.

I was still astounded by how pretty the mum was. We got to a serving table where we got some drinks. Petra made sure to get juice for Kai who grumbled about taking a sip of wine. He was truly a worrywart. The hall dropped silent. Everyone was looking in the direction of the third entrance that led into another room in the resort building. The MC voice boomed through the sound system and the doors opened. "Announcing the presence of his royal majesty King Mikhail the Third and Lady Ophelia Blackwood." My head snapped hearing the introduction and my eyes locked on him, towering and dominating. It felt like I heard wrong but it was a lie. Everyone bowed or curtseyed at his entrance. Perta place

“You can still decide your own path. We haven’t announced the engagement. I can assure you, if you choose to leave, you’re gonna break his heart. And I can assure you, Thayer will come, find you, and bring you back because believe me, you two belong together.” “But why does he have to find a bride so urgent? It’s not that he’s so old.” “It’s part of the royal laws. In order to be the heir apparent, the Prince has to be married before his coronation within three months, or the title will be passed on to the next in line.” “What? That’s so cruel.” If the King passes away, Prince Isodore would be crown as King. His son would be the Prince apparent. And the first requirement is he should get mar

The Order of the Golden Crows would never mobilize for anyone less than Royalty. Five minutes later, a long black limousine flying the flag of the Royal Family pulled into the driveway, trailed behind by a similar vehicle. The moment Prince Colin la Montagne el’Varel stepped out of the luxury vehicle, everyone knew Alisa Vega wouldn’t be far behind. The Prince had his long blue hair tied back in an elegant tail at the nape of his neck with a white ribbon trailing tiny pearls. He was in one of his trademark all-white outfits—white pants, white suit, white shoes—with the only spot of color being the fur that lined his cloak (a deep, moss-green shade shot through with gold) and the black embroi

Kyle whispered before capturing his lips passionately. Axel entered a book section he never thought he would go to before—the royal marriage section. He hoped that books would help him understand his situation more. He hoped he would find things that would help him strengthen his relationship with the king. He chose a book and sat on a leather couch, and he flipped through the first pages and began slowly reading a few paragraphs. He stopped at a page where the title interested him. Strict Marriage Traditions The Royal Family Must Follow. *The bride must wear white on her wedding day.