Rags To Royalty Novels & Stories

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.

Their clothes were ragged, their eyes bloodshot and crazed, and their teeth bared in predatory grins. "Well, well, look what the bitch dragged in," the lead rogue growled, his eyes locking onto the royal crest embroidered on my cloak. "A lil' royal Alpha lamb..." "Fuckin' royal blood? In this shithole..." Another one chimed. "The weak one eh?" Another answered. "Must be, heard he was scentless. Weak shit. Guess rumors true huh?" "Stay back!" I gasped, trying to project a commanding growl. While, silently wishing for Kei to come and save me.

That was all that mattered. Whatever happened to me after that... I had already made peace with it. ∆ALPHA KING ADRIC'S POV∆ The royal carriage swayed gently from side to side, the wheels creaking as we moved up the mountain. I leaned my head back against the seat, staring out the window at the endless wall of green trees, my jaw set in a tight line. 'I still think you should have changed your clothes,' Jax grumbled inside my head. His constant complaining was becoming more irritating than the winding mountain road.

Ragnar. The grand doors of the royal estate slammed shut with a thunderous crack that shook the stained-glass windows of the entry hall. I tore my heavy velvet cloak off my shoulders and hurled it across the room. It struck a stone pillar and crumpled onto the polished floor. My chest heaved, my breath coming in jagged, burning gasps as the white-hot rage that had been boiling inside me since the Council chamber finally erupted.

Three wolves in black, grey, and arctic colors growled at her, showing their unpleasant welcome for the pack princess. Princess Raini’s eye turned to sapphire hue and tried negotiating with the rogues. “If you leave quietly, I will spare your lives.” Growl! The rogues almost growled in chorus, obviously not happy with what she just proposed. So, she bravely approached them slowly as the guttural sound increased by the second. These rogues were obviously aware of the royal gifts because they refused to look straight to Raini’s eyes, knowing very well that if they did, royal print’s gift will play to their disadvantage.

That bastard. Soon, the royals came into their sight. Their vibrant, loud attire almost blinded barbarians. The contrast between them was striking. The scantily dressed barbarians couldn't fathom the royals' exhibitionist lifestyle and their obsession with jewelry and bright clothes. He forced himself to smile which looked more like a grimace. He unconsciously shifted closer to Rosa. The horses slowed to a stop. Rosa was elated to see Hendrix and her beta were also accompanying the King. She stepped forward, grinning ear to ear.

Amaris and Salazar walked in through the door, Amaris bearing a victorious smile on his face while Salazar looked like he could really use a drink. "I have prepared a presentation stating twelve reasons why I should be taken to the house to inspect it." He said proudly. One look at Salazar's face and Noelle knew that it was all that poor guy's work and the stupid rogue king had not lifted a finger. Okay, now she really wished she could go back to when she didn't even know if the Royalties... The Royals were real or just legendary. The whole of rogue communities had such respect and fear for these wolves, but now that she had met the so called rogue king, every day was a struggle with trying

After some time reviewing his memories of Hazel, he finally fell asleep. His sweet slumber was cut short by the opening of the door and a great announcement. "Your queen is in your midst. Bow before her majesty!" Cried the man with the announcement. Raglan got up from his throne and sat down properly to meet majesty. The woman glided across the floor which looked like she was just floating. The moment Raglan opened his eyes when he heard the door move, his entire mood changed. He loved his mother so much. So much more than he did his father but he could not deny that she could be a pain in the ass.

I asked, hating how my voice sounded breathless and eager, like a drowning person reaching for a lifeline. He smiled, and it transformed his harsh features into something devastating, dangerous beauty that should have sent me running. "My name is Roland Blackthorn, and I rule the Rogue Lands outside the city limits," he said, each word precise and weighted with meaning. "I need a queen, someone to stand beside me for three years and help legitimize my claim to territories that traditional packs want to steal, and in exchange, I will make you the wealthiest woman in Crescent City and give you the resources to destroy anyone who has hurt you."

“You’ve saved the Rogue Queen twice. Gave up going back to your family on his word that they would not be harmed if you stayed. I can’t do what you’ve done but I can do this.” My eyes glassed over with tears, lacing my hand through her hair I pulled her face tightly into my chest. “I guess it’s my fault you’re so brave.” Exhaling deeply I looked up only to lock eyes with the King. Standing on a balcony, leaning against the wall smoking a cigar as he watched. Without breaking eye contact I jammed the needle deep in her neck and pressed the plunger down. Feeling her knees give way I quickly dislodged the needle and scooped her into my arms. I buried my face in her neck to hide the hot tears ru