Masked Royal Novels & Stories

Jenifer ordered. "Yes, Miss Jenifer," the royal guard replied. "Marcelo, come to your senses," Jenifer said. "Jenifer, Marcelo," Alexa shouted as she came into the royal guest room. "Your Majesty, I'm sorry, the crown prince is unconscious because he was stabbed by a poisoned sword," Jenifer said with tears in her eyes. "It's okay, I'll heal him," replied Alexa who remained calm. Unlike Alexa, Michael was very panicked to see his favorite son impaled by a poisoned sword and was lying helpless. Michael summoned the royal kestria to bring Marcelo to his room, several palace healers were summoned tonight as well to heal the crown prince.

He waited for her to wrap her hand around his but she walked past him. He chuckled lightly before holding his heart. Keisha, also known as Blood Moon, has always been like this to him, but he dared not care. Upon arriving at the venue, Keisha stood outside the car with her arms crossed, looking at the mansion. "Pardon me." She looked behind and saw a man towering over her wearing a black suit, and a red mask covering his eyes and nose with hideous colored pink hair. She furrowed her eyebrows and so did he.

But I expected it. My lips curled into a smile. “A noble sentiment,” I replied, tilting my head slightly, I added, “But unnecessary.” Jasper’s smile was beginning to strain. “And why is that?” A door at the far end of the hall opened. Heavy, measured footsteps echoed against the marble floor, filling the grand chamber with a palpable shift in energy. Gasps filled the room. Sir Langston The best knight in the empire. The man who trained the Crown Prince. A warrior whose name sent shivers through enemy ranks. And my aunt’s husband, thus family.

Amy was standing there as Henry knelt beside the body. "Who are you?" I asked Amy standing in front of her. "The Queen" She mocked me. "No more games Aubrey Blaine. No more games. Face the true monarch bravely. Don't hide behind a façade. Face me and end this. Remove your mask." I spoke pointedly at her.

Dangerous. I turned to the maid who had been hovering quietly by the wall. “Can you find out what’s happening?” I asked softly. She hesitated only a second before nodding. “I’ll be back,” she said as she slipped out. The seconds stretched.. When the maid returned, her face was pale. “My lady,” she said quietly, closing the door behind her. “There are royals here. From the Valenti–Blood Moon pack.” The words hit me like a blow.

She raised it aloft, the symbol of royalty and the culmination of the coronation. "By the divine investiture bestowed upon me as oracle of the gods, I hereby crown you, Valeria Claire Romero, as the Queen of wolves!" Azura proclaimed, her voice resonating with the divine power she represented. In that moment, the hall filled with a hushed reverence, recognizing the sacredness of the occasion. Valeria, now adorned with the crown, was officially recognized as the chosen ruler. The royal coronation had reached its pinnacle, and a new era had begun under the reign of the crowned queen.

Unpredictable. He turned. In a blur, Damian moved grabbing the maids wrist firmly, halting her movements. At that point, a thousand thoughts spun behind his eyes, but his expression remained unreadable. “Alpha?” The maid whispered, her voice trembling. Silence. The room held its breath. —————— Marisa stood before the mirror, slipping into a deep navy traveling cloak lined with silver. The color of Bluemoon pack. Her pack. Her father’s pack. Behind her, Raul stood silently, his form relaxed but alert. The armor he wore had the insignia of Blackmoon pack, but it was a lie. Everything about him was. A rogue is who he is.

Rose asked “I also don’t know,” After thirty minutes, we arrived at their pack's territory. We’ve entered a trail of trees, I can smell the wind change and the number of wolves. As we go along I can see a big old stone mansion. “The palace used to be bigger than that, “ Caleb said, “After the human war it was destroyed and this is what is left,” he said. “It was also the same incident that moved the different titles for royals like us. But my people still call my father King and I, the prince,”

One shoves her and Maya stumbles. Her guards rush forward as chaos erupts. The attackers flee but one of them drops something. The video zooms in. A badge which has the royal insignia shaped like a wolf’s head with a half moon. Fuck! Oscar says quietly, "The badge belongs to one of His Majesty's personal guards." The room explodes. "What?" Nile questions him. “That’s not possible.” “So you’re saying this badge doesn't belong to the men that work under you?” Oscar asks.

The victorian era, with all the designated wings? What made it worse was that it apparently belonged to Mr King's estranged son that she had no interests knowing but already knew quite a lot about, thanks to the other maids. Apparently, he was in his late twenties, unmarried and very handsome; something they made a point to repeat to her whenever the opportunity arose.