Re:zero Royal Candidates Novels & Stories

Verdant overheard the conversation and glanced at them, immediately recognizing their identities. Aston Oslo of the white tiger royal family, at the peak of nine stars, ranked 108 on the nine-star talent list. Jameson Shell of the ancient dragon royal family, at the peak of nine stars, ranked 105 on the nine-star talent list. The corners of Verdant's mouth curled up with a look of interest in his eyes. These two people were planning to attack the person currently undergoing tribulation. Verdant chuckled and turned to whisper into Irvin’s ear.

It gets tiring most times especially when I want to have alone time but I have long given up on that. My younger brother Louis is seated in front of me in my office, and besides him is Adrian, my cousin and also one of the future beta’s that would serve during my reign. There are usually three royal beta’s seeing the large amount of workload that we have to handle at the royal castle and Adrian happens to be one of them.

Mary Kesley said. The young girl was silent for a few moments, waiting for the burst of enthusiasm from the residents of Ans De Lou Kingdom to subside. When she was sure that no one dared to make another sound, she said, “The first candidate will be announced by the Crown Prince of Ans De Lou Kingdom.” Rowena suddenly turned to her younger brother and said quietly, “Xylan ... you said you didn't know?” Xylan, who did not look surprised, replied, “I did not know.”

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

But, everyone was pressuring him to fulfil his duty that he long abandoned after ascending the throne; continuing the royal bloodline of the last High Vampire. After the 100th candidate handed her letter, Luveas gestured at Tobeyaz to wrap the event as soon as possible. The upset secretary glared from the corner of his eyes but, he still stepped forth as requested. "To all the potential brides within this hall,” he began and his majestic voice boomed across the hall and everyone was paying attention, “in two weeks from now, we will announce the selected 10 candidates who will qualify for the next round. The selected 10 will enter the palace and you will be evaluated during your stay. Anyone

“You know I can’t tell you. We swore an oath to keep whatever we saw a secret—even from our mates.” A flicker of frustration passed over Gunner’s features before he mastered it, turning his attention back to the council. The Head of the Council lifted his hand again, silencing the remaining applause. “And the final eligible candidate,” he announced, his gaze sweeping the hall before settling firmly forward, “Alpha Leonidas of the Blood-Rose Pack.” For a long while, the room was silent. Then the applause came, hesitantly, followed by whispers. The cursed alpha and his slave-mate was worthy of the throne?

I leaned against the railing and closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath of the cool night air. Tomorrow, the mating balls week of festivities would be over. I would return home and watch Lynn show her mate off to our parents while they drowned her in praise and affection. Should I tell them about the rejection? Or should I just say that as usual I didn't meet my mate? Either way they would be disappointed, if I told them he had been an alpha they would be furious I managed to ruin it, and if I said I didn't meet him I would just be a failure. Yet again.

"She’s the reason you’re even awake! Now back off before I find out if that sapphire skin is thick enough to stop a pulse-charge!" "She did not save me. She merely cleared the path for my return," Subject Zero said, her voice dropping to a low, predatory purr. She raised her hand, and for a second, the sapphire-jade pillar in the center of the room flared with a blinding, violet-white intensity. The air hummed with a frequency that made Nomo’s teeth ache. "The throne is empty, isn't it? The power is scattered, waiting for a hand strong enough to gather it back into a single, crushing fist." "There is no throne anymore! We made sure of that!" Zilo yelled, shielding his eyes from the glare. "T

Alpha Prime Darius, the King, steps forward. "All candidates are required to attend each meal on time. From time to time, Prince Kellan and I will also attend." He steps forward slightly. "Each candidate that is here has an equal chance to win. It is solely on your efforts and abilities throughout the competition. If you fail, you only have yourself to blame." Alpha Kellan steps forward. "As you are aware, Alpha Prime Darius, your king, will select one candidate to be his Luna and, ultimately, the queen. However, I may myself pick a candidate to be my Luna."

Ronan checked the connection twice and declared it acceptable in the way he declares most things: without enthusiasm, without complaint. I look at myself in the small preview window in the corner of the screen. Hair pulled back. Dark clothes. The locket around my neck — Queen Alara's locket, the one Darius gave me in Ch 18 as a power move and which I have reclaimed as something else entirely. The moderator opens the session at seven. There are four candidates left. Two I have never worried about — their support comes from single territories with no cross-border reach. The third dropped out two days ago and no one is sure why. That leaves Vera and me.