Masked Royal の小説・ストーリー

She's hilarious and I think I just hit the jackpot by picking her as my friend here. "So you have a crush? Who's the unlucky man?" I joked and she pouted at me? "I'm not telling you because if I tell someone who my crush is it might not come true." "Who told you that?" "My father." She said proudly and I shook my head. "There's a term called confession, Mandy. If you confess, the other person they might reconsider and maybe start to look at you as a women " I said remembering the tips from my father. He used it on my mother though. My mother wasn't keen on my father at first because he's the future King of Denmark at that time but he confessed and showed his love for her. My mothers heart me

"Don't worry too much. Marco is the best warrior in Almario. He's defeated thousands of rebels in the war - catching one masked stranger should be easy for him." The others nodded, but the crown prince could feel the worry knotting in his stomach. He had a bad feeling about this. "Do you really think Marco caught that masked stranger?" Mahara asked nervously, echoing his thoughts. Avoi tried to maintain a positive outlook, her voice firm. "Of course, he did. Let's not lose hope," she said, trying to rally their spirits. The crown prince couldn't help but wonder if he was the only one who sensed that something was amiss.

He turned to Verity, waiting for an answer, but she just shook her head. She opened her mouth, but before she could an Omega ran to the end of the aisle. “Please stand and bow to his Majesty, King Rowan Lukos.” A hush fell over the crowd as Rowan stepped up to the end and held out a hand for a mask. His dark hair was ruffled in a way that had both of my wolves rumbling, and I had to fight to keep it inside. His shirt was partially open for everyone to see the mating mark on his neck, and there was another gasp that went through the crowd.

She slips into my room and shuts the door behind her before I can even greet her. Her eyes are too bright, shining with excitement. “Maddie, I found something.” My stomach drops. “What kind of something?” “The mark.” She grabs my wrist, tugging me closer, as if afraid someone might overhear. “It’s not just anyone’s. The golden mark belongs to a royal. It is rare for the royal pack to mate outside their own ranks, so this fact is scarcely known among common wolves.” The word hangs between us, heavy and dangerous.

Marcus paced to and fro clearly still trying to process the news he had received. He looked at the opened letter on the floor then at the envelope, stamped with a royal seal clearly proving that it was indeed from the king "I hope this letter finds you in good health. His royal highness King Roland has ordered a ceremony in the crown prince's name with the intention to choose his betrothed. The ceremony will be in two days do bring young lady Tamera. His highness is deeply sorry for the unseen change of plans." it had read

I exclaim. “Yes. Completely serious.” Rose pauses with a small sigh. “I have a birthmark,” Rose shows me the little crown on the side of her right wrist. “This mark is what is known in shifter prophecy as the mark of the Royal Mother. Centuries ago, there was a great shifter war and during it, the werewolf royal line was killed off. A few hundred years later, seers around the world foretold of a strong and powerful Alpha that would be mated to a human female who bears the royal mark. She would be known as the Womb of Royalty and together with her fated Alpha, birth the new royal line. Their children, the new royals, would bring light and peace to the shifter world.

The doors opened, and Helios whispered in her ear, “Kick the golden bowls each and spill their content on the throne room floor. The cherry petals mean you shall bring beauty to the kingdom, the rice means you shall ensure that everyone is fed in the kingdom, and the wine means you shall be fruitful and loving to the king.” Mariah smiled. It was so ancient, but she loved it. She looked down and, with one foot, kicked each bowl and spilled its contents. The dragons rejoiced and clapped, and she walked into the throne room. Alaric was sitting on his throne, he was cladded in a white robe with a golden overcoat, identical to Mariah. His long, white hair was held up with a dragon-shaped golden c

MAIKA (resolute): “I’ll protect him. No matter what he becomes, he is one of ours.” ---- That evening, Maika entered a locked chamber beneath the manor—a hidden sanctum known only to the royal blood of the Landon and Carello clans. At its center stood the Mirror of Blood Pact, a relic Maika had not touched in years. She stood before the obsidian glass and whispered in Old High Wyrm, her fingers glowing with black sigils as they danced in the air. A pulse surged through the floor. MAIKA: “By my blood, by my right, I call thee—Vantessa of the Crimson Crown. Queen of the Carellos. Hear your niece.”

Mom staggered back, then lunged at me with her fingers clamping down on my neck. "How dare you curse your own brother. You're just a wild wolf, never truly one of the pack. Don't worry, when my time comes, I'll make sure to drag you down with me, so you can never harm a hair on my son's head." Her grip was unyielding, and as I gasped for air, a vision flashed before me. An orange sports car speeding down a winding mountain road. It was the flashy convertible my trust fund brother had just bought.

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.