Rags To Royalty Novels & Stories

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

"Your Majesty. Listen, I - about Monica- , she is-" My stuttering was cut of mid sentence when I caught a faint scent of Rogues. We both became tense when I heard a loud bang. Then out of thin air five Rogues all jumped at once and attacked the King. I lay down my daughter to safety as both the King and I shifted to our wolves. Getting caught off guard the King fell on the ground. Five Rogues were on top of him. His pure white fur became red as it got tainted with his blood, I managed to pry off and kill one on top of him.

He stopped caring for his appearance the moment he realized he was close to his last breath from lack of a mate. “But—” “Soon,” he said, hushing her with a look, “it will be your time. You will be in charge of our people. I need you to train to be the fighter you have inside.” She shook her head, pacing his office and ignoring his words. “I am not their leader, Vikter. You are.” “We are of the royal Dragos bloodline, Razzy. You will rule.” “I don’t want to rule anything!” she yelled, storming out of his office, her long hair bouncing down her back in a thick braid.

Roger’s grey hair gleamed in the dull light with his dark eyes fixed on me with amusement, as though this was nothing more than a game. “I knew you wouldn’t resist,” he drawled, spreading his arms as though welcoming me home. “Blood calls to blood, after all.” Sylvie growled behind me, her wings flaring wide, but Roger didn’t so much as flinch. He simply smiled slowly. “Welcome, Princess. Welcome to the kingdom your father left to rot. And now…” His gaze swept over the chained Rogues before snapping back to me. “…to the kingdom I rule.”

Whoever stole me must have told the orphanage who I was, since they knew my name and used it all my life. For the first time in my life, I was home. My father lost it when I told him about the rank trial, but not because of how I did. They had never heard of such a thing, and he couldn’t believe that the Wolf king was doing that to his people. If you fail, you are taken away from your family. Ralph was also a huge help, since I had no idea how royal protocol worked. I had always been Alison the orphan omega. Now I was Alison the rogue princess and people expected so much more.

Mirra was surprised to hear that, in turn, surprising me of how she didn't know already. I then told her that Bar had asked me to join him at the dining table. The word didn't seem to travel that fast. Mirra said that the main castle is going wild with the news of the three royals walking around in their robs. Their appearances had shocked the castle so much that no other news was worth the gossip. After she'd changed my bandage, I wore a black royals dress with the length falling down to the ground the the sleeves long and wide. Ever since Bar had given me the small dagger bracelet, I've been gravitating towards the wider sleeves so I'd be able to wear it around.

I am grateful for the fact that they are not all watching but still upset that they all know exactly what is going on. I grab all of the rags and quickly walk back to the kitchen area. Mary has her head close to the cook whispering but stop abruptly as soon as I walk into the room. Like that is not obvious at all. Mary shoots me a dirty look as I drop off the rags and turn to head back out to the dining area. "I see that you are willing to throw away your man for a prince. Typical nobility." Mary says snidely.

The next thing I knew, he scooped me up in his arms, carrying me bridal style as he walked towards the room. He laid me down on the bed, his chest partially resting on mine. The intense look he gave me made my legs weak and tremble uncontrollably. But then, he suddenly got up and went to the closet, pulling out a closed gown that I recognized as mine. How did he have my gown? My heart raced as Jackson approached me, handing me the clothing. "Can you wear this?" Jackson asked, and I took the gown from him, feeling a bit uneasy as I stared at it.

The story had been that my parents' pack was attacked by Feral wolves, but if they were actually attacked by normal rogues, it changes the situation of their death. “Cara, I didn’t want to tell you like this,” Alice continued, her voice breaking. “But your parents were killed by the Rogue king”

"I say as I stare my appearance in the mirror , I hate to admit but the make-up artist really did a great job. "You're basically a princess now, right?"Rose say I turned to find her leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over her chest, smiling broadly and proudly at me , God bless her soul she's been there every step of the way with me , I remember not just a few months ago Clarice fell ill and I nearly lost my mind but she brought me back . Max and her and of course Patrick least I forget are my pillar. "He isn't royalty, Rose remember? His family was royalty once and he has a friend who's also royalty. King Alexanda weatherson, but Max was never in line for any throne."