Realm Kings Novels & Stories

As he reached the center of the hall, the crowd knelt. Not slowly. Not reluctantly. With relief. The Elder stepped forward, staff striking stone once. “Liam of the royal house,” he said clearly, “son of the fallen King, survivor of fire and fracture. Do you accept the Crown of the Reigns, not as inheritance alone, but as duty?” Liam did not hesitate. “I do,” he said. “With humility. With resolve. And with the promise that this kingdom will never again mistake silence for peace.” A murmur of approval rippled through the hall.

During my time, however, I catch bits of information that pique my interest. While the Dragon King is the ruler of this land, there isn’t much known about him, or the Royal Family. I learned many things this eventing as I dusted cornices atop wobbling ladders. His name, Zarek Nightflame, rests heavily on my mind. No matter how much I try to ignore it, I find myself speaking it in silence, just to see how it feels on my tongue.

"Well yes he's the highest rank in a pack like mine but there is something that is a higher rank than your uncle." "What would that be?" "That would be the Alpha King. There are three of them in America. America is spilt into three territories. There is the west side, central and then there is us as the east side territory." "Wow, three kings but why so many?" "Well America is a pretty big country. Usually in country has only one well expect Africa. I think there is at least seven but I'm not sure." "Who's the royal family here?" "Well, its King Alexander Heinrich, Queen Aurora, Prince Marcus, Princess Alexandria, Princess Kiara, Princess Dannica, Prince Daniel and Damir that are identical t

“I wonder how royalties are so prodigies at everything.” I heard the person snicker beside me and his gaze fell on me. Out of respect, I looked at him, too, and his eyes glimmered because of the golden chandeliers above. He was smiling at me; and of course, as a courteous lady, I reciprocated. “I do not agree with that,” he replied and tilted his head. “Royalties also have conflicts with specific things. You should also base your on your experience as a royalty. Don’t you think? By the way, I am Prince Ken from this kingdom --- Kingdom Azrael.”

the King teased him and laughed thunderously, holding his flat belly despite the fifty-five winters he has lived through so far. "I would like being in a corner and watching you," said the King when he recovered from his laughter and continued, "This girl is unpredictable. Can you imagine what I've heard from all the prospective grooms that have been to Malcolm's castle? It's incredible what her mind can come up with." Lennox's curiosity was peaked, but his pride as the son of the Duke of Cameron would not allow him to stoop so low in the King's esteem by showing curiosity. "I have noticed," the King continued, looking ahead of him and not at Lennox, as if speaking to himself, as if thinking

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

Dante being my number two and good fighter would naturally come with me. "They will only allow two wolves in and the king has taken personal offence." I rolled my eyes "He wants the works. The king has been itching for a battle to prove his power for a while." "Will it come to that?" Dante asked, sitting up properly and looking concerned. The Kingdom had not known battle for a long time, other than a few rouge fights here and there. The rouges refused to be under anyone's rule and were largely disorganised, making for short and easy battles. The official werewolf packs had all fallen into line under the King decades ago. Getting to a battle with a proper pack meant war. Everyone would

he warns me but again I just shake my head. "That is exactly why I need to come with you, we can show to them how things are done in this day and age" I say proudly looking at him where he just smiles "they aren't living under the reign of your father anymore, their king is His Majesty King Grayson, and he does things majorly different, so they either get onto the train or get the heck out the way!" I smile which immediately makes his laugh with a nod.

“They look good on you.” I gave a fake smile. “Thanks. I'll be on my way.” He just nodded. The moment I reached the door, there was a sudden knock causing me to jump. Someone was coming and I needed to hide. Before I could even react, the door had opened and an unfamiliar face walked in and I could instantly tell he was a Beta. “My King.” the beta bowed his head. “Alpha Reid has asked you out for breakfast.” King? Kiinng?! My eyes were popping out instantly as I stared at the stranger in utter shock and confusion . He... this man.. is the King?!!!

What a creep. "Don't be afraid," he chuckled. "What do you want?" Sophie retorted, annoyance evident in her tone. "To talk to you," Ragnar smirked. "I was sleeping," Sophie sighed. "I know, but I still need to talk to you." "What is it, then? Speak." "That's not how you address a King," he chided, smirking. His glinting eyes looked even creepier in the dark. "And that's not how you treat a Princess," she shot back.