Re:zero Royal Candidates Novels & Stories

Charles was either cocky or desperate if he was now outright trying to kill me. One by one, the other men trickled into the war room. I had been clear in my instructions to Joseph: the council was to consist of the Crown Princes from each of our ally kingdoms. After all, as the heirs to the throne, we were who Charles’ army was really after. Prince Marcello of Sagrada. Prince Lukas of Wisteria. Prince Prince Albert of the South Smyth Islands. Prince Orlando of Prazole. Prince Nicholas of the Whitelands.

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.

Their rich oil deposits and rare Earth minerals had probably had something to do with England’s acquiescence. She held her breath as the prince came into sight, battling the latest surge of nerves. Her first sight of him wasn’t the professional evaluation it should be. Instead, she noticed his lean, toned physique displayed by the tight white tank top he wore. It wasn’t what she would’ve expected from a Prince, but she couldn’t argue that it certainly highlighted how muscular his arms were—which reminded her that she was there to work, not ogle the Prince.

This is not an invitation to the royal land but the Alpha King would like to change the usual rule. The young wolves listed below are handpicked by the King himself, and needed to show appearance at the royal land on the date mentioned. This is an inauguration for the chosen royal defender and the candidates will stay at the palace for three consecutive days. Candidates North Region Prime pack: Quillon, son of Alpha Aiden Shadow pack: xxxxx, son of xxxxxxxxxx Trivian pack: xxxxx, son of Gamma Russ Regal pack: xxxxx, son of Beta Eric Ravenous pack: xxxxx, son of werewolf fighter Diur

When he summoned the Ice wolf, David got another weird and long notification. [You have summoned a [Royal variant]!] [Empress Sub-role unlocked!] [Praetor sub-role unlocked!] [Royal prince sub-role unlocked!] [Royal variants are the most powerful version of their species and leaders of large packs. Only a Royal can give birth to a Royal.] [Empresses are the highest form of brood mothers and can only be selected from [Royal variants]. The empress affinities have a [30%] chance of being inherited by their descendants. They can give birth to units with better base stats, and every month they have [30%] of birthing a [Soldier variant], [19%] of birthing a [Royal variant], and [1%] of birthing a

“We the council, have conducted the interviews with the candidates and have composed a list in order of who will be most suited for Luna Queen. Lady Cordelia, Lady Brianna, Lady Valerie, and very last, Lady Lewana. We give this information to help your Highness find the most suitable mate and Luna Queen for us all” He bows at the end but I am steady with my nerves. I knew that would be the result but it’s everything that happens next is what really matters. I stand and announce, “Will the four remaining candidates step forward”. They step forward in a line. I can tell Lewana is on alert and ready to defend. “Will the four councilmen cast their votes. The East”. Alpha Anthony announces with

Besides her sights will be on the Commanders. "Many of you know my name, but I hope that only encourages you to introduce yourselves so I may know yours. My Makskin Kinmen and I hope we are chosen by the strongest amongst you. We are certain Champion males from such strong planets will see the quality in females from planets that match your strength," Zor announces as she looks at the four males next to me.

“Besides, I can promise no male is going to touch you.” I raise an eyebrow and turn to Kale. His eyes widen in surprise as I grab the back of his head and slam my lips to his. I feel Farrah and the Zachs wanting to interfere, but they can’t go against the Royal Command. I pull away from Kale, who is smiling widely. He holds me close. “My name is Princess Ariella Maria Rosa Zillard, daughter of the King,” I stand straight as I tell them. Their eyes go wide, and they seem to be mindlinking among themselves.

Unknown number. “Alpha Zoriana Roux,” she answered. She couldn’t help but smile; the title still brought her a flicker of joy. Not a Luna, not an Alpha’s daughter—the first female Alpha in her own right. “Alpha Zoriana, good day. I am Beta Karel Karlsson, calling on behalf of the Council and Crown Prince Gael Castellari.” The voice was low, vibrating with an authority that expected immediate submission. He paused, likely waiting for her to fawn over the royal connection.

“Well, I suppose I’ve just lost my backup sentinel.” “At least for six months,” Mikan added casually. Brie blinked, confused then the realization hit. “She’s…?!” Mikan nodded, amused as Brie squealed in delight. He merely raised an eyebrow at her enthusiasm. Turning to Tia, he said gently, “I spoke with Daxen. If I name you Royal Companion, I can keep my throne. I knew the risk when I marked you but if you don’t want the title, I’ll abdicate without hesitation.”