Red White And Royal Blue Free Novels & Stories

Royal Council: Consists of the wolves who have profounded knowledge of wolves history, law and order. PackRoyale Pack Territory United States Valentina's POV: Lady Francesca and my Enforcers escorted me to my room to get me into the clothes suitable for marking ceremony. The Red colour is considered as sacred for the werewolves, so I was asked to get dressed in a off shoulder deep red gown. The off shoulder part of the dress will give an easier success to my mate's wolf to my neck.

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.

But now, he was willing to give me such an expensive hair clip. I was also at the age where young women longed for love, so I immediately understood what he meant. My face started turning red, too, and he said, "Clara, I know you're the top student in the design school. I've had a crush on you for a long time. I like you. Will you be my girlfriend? I may be poor now, but if I ever have money, I'll give you the whole world!" And just like that, we began a happy relationship.

A flush warmed my cheeks, and I shot a perplexed look at the Prince. This dress was his doing, Miriam told me as much. Was he purposefully dressing me in the King's favorite colors to gain favor? His wink only deepened the mystery, leaving me to wonder what his motivations were. "Blue is my favorite color as well," I said instead, looking away from Alex. "Did you choose the royal colors?" I asked the King. I noticed on our tour yesterday that black and blue flags adorned the walls with the royal crest. "No, those have been the royal colors for centuries," the King said. "But whoever chose them has excellent taste. They're strong colors, don't you think?" I nodded, taking another sip of my ad

"Well let's not mind what she said. Tonight is your night, Bella and you must enjoy it. You're beautiful and your dress suits you so well." I smile and looked in the mirror. I don't think I will get used to elegance. But Ayla is right, Nereza did some magic in me. I looked a whole lot different. I am wearing a color champagne body-hugging mermaid evening long dress with a thin strap, paired with black single strap heels, which I am not used to wearing.

Then a she-wolf replied, sounding hesitant, "But that gown belongs to the Luna. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for me to wear it?" My son, Rowan Hale, chimed in eagerly, "It won't be, Aunt Clara. You look way prettier than Mom in it. Can you be our mom instead?" Marcus chuckled and explained gently to Clara Whitmore, "Don't take the kids too seriously. They just really like you. And honestly, that dress was designed for you in the first place. Things just didn't work out back then." A trace of regret flickered in his eyes. I stood hidden behind the staircase and heard every word.

The girls like it too. "What should the colors be for the ball?" Lainee asked. I thought for a moment. "Something elegant?" I replied, more as a question. She nodded in agreement, the voice of Justin Bieber singing what I learned was called "sorry," softly playing on the radio. "We could do royal blue and black. Those are basic colors and they're complementary to our dresses...kind of," Blaine said, sounding unsure about the last part. Lainee and I chuckled. "That's perfect."

She just continued to babble making my lips twitch, but I put it down. “Not everyone can be a royal except for the ones who have ancestors connected to the blood as Royals. You do not need to try to be one, Mridula. Because you couldn’t be and not even any other person except one of the lineages. So, it is not a bad thing that my mom stopped her unnecessary classes.” I said and felt her stiffen even with the space. “Don’t take my words in a wrong way. I am saying that you should be like yourself and not try something that will never happen.” I added, but she didn’t release her stiffness.

And the crystal clear water of the river was a fresh sight. The scene looked like something picked out of fantasy novels with angels and all. Focusing my attention back on Savita, I look at her and tell her “I was hoping to go for something more royally elegant yet bold” She nods understandingly. “Then, how about royal blue?” She looks at me. I shake my head “No it would look too bright and something our grandmas would like to visit instead of highest bidders” I already had enough with the color blue, given to my last experience in LA at Mr. Pedo-Banker’s house.

her voice trembled. The weight of her words submerged the room in a deafening silence, everyone too stunned to speak. I flexed my fingers. "There're no such things as witches," my cousin Lucien broke the silence, his voice a low whisper. "She claimed to have seen it with her own eyes," Isabella continued. “A girl with strawberry blonde hair." I tensed. “And a rogue were locked up opposite her cell. She said they were rude, barely paid her any mind, and then they argued. The strawberry girl yelled at the rogue, and then walls started to fall, the iron cells bending in unnatural ways. She claimed the girl's eyes glowed blue."