Masked Royal Novels & Stories

THE LEGEND OF THE VIPER PROLOGUE There were so many ways one could celebrate their twenty first birthday but never had she ever thought it would be this way. Dressed in a black beautiful and exquisite robe with the huge vicious viper on the back, she walked slowly and confident down the aisle as she went to her throne. The hall was crowded with her followers, children to the hilt; all wearing their specific colors. Behind her the Oracle followed her. The only sound that was present was that of the drums being played. She finally arrived and stood there.

After almost a minute, a single leg steps inside, for a moment before the person appear. She stood by the door for a minute, head hell high, as her gaze travel directly to one person. She then started walking directly towards where the royals are sitting down. She majestically walk with grace and power. Her head is held high like a true Queen, looking directly at one person with lips curve to a smile. She wore a simple Ankara gown with a rose gold color Alkaybba which is following her at least 5 meters behind. Five maids by either of her sides follows behind also dressed in a marching attire.

The scent of incense and flowers filled the air, mingling with the perfume of the nobles and the sharp, clean smell of anticipation. Maddox stood at the altar, his back straight, his expression unreadable. He wore the traditional royal vestments of Emberclaw, deep crimson embroidered with gold thread, the sigil of his house stitched over his heart. A crown of silver and rubies rested on his brow, catching the candlelight and scattering it like drops of blood.

“I am sorry.” “For what?” I asked. “For this,” he said pointing a gun at me. “I am required by law well rogue law to surrender you to the rogue king.” “That's fucking funny.” I snapped. “You are the king of these stinky mother fuckers, why the hell would you have to give me up to anyone.” “Because he isnt the rogue King,” Marcus said coming through the door. “You made me wait too long, I am the rogue king.” “You’re fucking hilarious,” I said getting to my feet. “So if you are the fucking king then who did Rachel kill?”

She swallowed, her body suddenly remembering its previous weakness. "No, you are not." Rebekah grasped her face. "You are not." "What would getting married to him do? It would only turn mother against him and she could hurt him even more." "Depends on when she finds out about it." Rebekah grinned. "Have you been gone so long you have forgotten the custom of your own home?" "What are you talking about." "Polygamy is forbidden here, especially in the royal family. They see it as a sure way to ensure an heir is produced. So female or male, royals are only allowed one husband. You can't marry another while your first is still alive."

Fifty Alpha lords sat in the stone tiers, their eyes glued to us. Standing in the iron-caged center of the floor was Lady Cynthia, her blue silk dress tattered and her hands locked in heavy, silver-infused chains that suppressed her Lycan strength. Beside her stood her father, Duke Brandon, a towering, grey-furred elder wolf whose face was a mask of pure, treasonous fury. Kaelen led me up the marble steps toward the royal box. But instead of letting me sit in the smaller, lower chair reserved for the King’s consort, Kaelen did something that caused the entire

Elder Michael raised his hand, a ring of dark iron flashing on his finger–the signal. "Strike!" Michael roared, his masked reverence instantly dissolving into a mask of fanatical rage. "Kill the White Wolf! Save the kingdom!" Instantly, the glass windows along the cathedral galleries shattered inward. A dozen masked assassins clad in the uniform of the rogue faction plummeted into the sanctuary on silken ropes, their crossbows leveled directly at my stomach. Simultaneously, a thick, suffocating cloud of purple wolfsbane smoke hissed from the floor vents, designed to paralyze every loyal pack warrior in the room.

The pieces of the puzzle were aligning, and it was up to me to decipher their meaning and uncover the hidden truths that lay beneath the surface. The information that had come to light left me in a state of bewilderment. A male with striking green eyes and midnight-dark hair, bearing the same birthmark as mine on his shoulder. The very same mark that had been deemed the mark of the alpha king over generations. It was a symbol of power and lineage, a mark that held immense significance within the royal bloodline. And yet, the irony was palpable — that I, the oft-dismissed prince of the palace, was the one who had inherited this sacred mark.

He flashed a last smile and walked out. Tears wailed up in my eyes but I sniffed and hold it back. I felt empty and went back to my chamber. “Milady, Milady, wake up, there's good news”Reena excited voice woke me up. I yawned “What is it? “ “Guess what? We got news, His Majesty got Her Highness and they managed to avoid the war, no one knew what His Majesty gave in exchange for his mother, but they will be back in 3 days, gosh everyone is happy the Palace without His Majesty….. “

"Enough talking about that dimwit, serve me the wine Harrold." "Yes, your highness." Then as Harrold pours the wine on the glass, he took an unnoticeable sachet of black powder and springkled it inside the glass without the Prince noticing. And after the Prince fell in deep sleep from drinking, Harrold lifts Prince Russel's face and squeezed it.