Masked Royal Novels & Stories

I frowned as I heard his name, reminds of a biblical traitor or whatever. I waited until the room fell silent and I am alone again. I examined the red envelope; the seal is already broken. But I recognized that it was the seal of our kingdom. It has a growling lion in the middle while sword and shield were in the background. And they were surrounded by vines and has several flowers in them, those are roses. The seal is bathe with gold, but the roses were precisely colored as red, almost similar with the color of blood.

Edward questioned him. "My King?" Marshall scoffed. "He doesn't deserve to be my King, he's just a cursed monster who's gonna live forever without a heir!" "How dare you say that about His Majesty?!" Edward growled again. He looked at Wymond, expecting him to give a go ahead to beat the masked man to pulp, but Wymond simply stood quietly with his arms tucked in his pockets. "I know what you're here for" Marshall said. He dipped his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small box, he started waving it across their eyes.

“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.

“It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.” Mauve rolled her eyes. “And what does that have to do with me?” “I said, questions later.” His tone snapped like a whip. He continued, “It began with the First One—Arnold Dein. Descendant of Earth. No one knows why he was chosen, but when his gifts manifested, he opened the portal to Elite. From him, the monarchy began. Each ruler is a descendant of Earth, marked by abilities. There have been seventeen so far, Mauve. You are to be the eighteenth.”

The headlines had been screaming for seventy-two hours. THORNE BETRAYS STERLING FOR LAURENT. THE RETURN OF THE KING: AXIOM GLOBAL MERGES WITH EUROPEAN GIANT. Maeva Sterling stood before the towering arched mirrors of the Royal Palace's grand foyer, her face a cold, flawless mask of stone. She wore a spectacular, custom-tailored blood-red silk gown that clung to her curves like a second skin, exposing her elegant collarbones and her left hand, which still bore the faint, fading scars of the shattered wine glass. She looked like a lethal, untouchable goddess—a queen who had come to declare war, not to mourn a loss.

"What is the meaning of this insolence? Who dares breach the Ashford estate?" The door of the Range Rover swung open. I stepped out into the pouring rain, my heavy boots crushing the shattered glass on the driveway. The cool water washed over my face, but my body burned with an unnatural, radiant heat. I reached up and slowly unbuttoned the top collar of my leather shirt, revealing a glowing, silver mark etched right over my collarbone—the ancient seal of the Royal Pureblood Wolf. The entire courtyard fell into a suffocating, dead silence. Malcolm Ashford took a step back, his eyes widening in sheer, unadulterated horror as he recognized the glowing crest. "No... no, that's impossible... The

I hear a chuckle and look at the side of Alex that looks at me surprised and see it wad Logan that chuckled. “Well, Mason will be king, without fighting for it, IF the moon-goddess haven’t already marked another wolf with the Royal mark.” “Royal mark?“ “Yes, the Royal mark, it is to be given to the wolf stronger than others. The wolf that will be the father of a long line of Kings.” “That means, that fate might not want Mason to be the best thing.” We all look at him. “What does that make look like,” I Ask looking at the king waiting. But it is surprising, and so is everyone but the king, when it is Alex that answers. “It looks like a crown.”

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