Regal Novels & Stories

Regal shook his head in pity, mourning Troas inwardly. “Regal, right?” Aiden turned to face Regal. “Yes.” Regal stood tall, hand behind his back in a soldier’s stance. His chin long brown hair looked freshly washed, shimmering like premium silk under the bright lights with little curls. His brown eyes were active and lit with fire in the presence of war, he looked vibrant and intelligent.

He was also waving his fist around the air at the same time. The moment Don saw Matthew, he was shocked. Don looked at Matthew as if he was a broadway model, he could not help but check him out. He was amazed and praised him. “Boss, where did you find this monster? If you cultivate this guy, won’t he be even stronger than Kieran Kruse?” Kieran was one of Regal Palace’s eighteen generals from Russia. He was named Regal Palace’s First Hercules and was as scary as a mountain. Don was already surrounding Matthew, touching him.

Her face flushed red, lips parting unconsciously, breathlessly, as her lips brushed slowly across them before a dry swallow followed. Regaleon moved quietly with ease, completely unbothered, as his long straight fingers ruffled through his jet black hair, wet strands falling across his face as droplets of water fell over his long dark lashes and the deep dark eyes they hid. It gave him a rugged allure. Water still clung to his skin, trailing slowly down the defined planes of his chest, catching the thin rays of sunlight that slipped through the curtains before disappearing beneath the waistband of his dark trousers resting low on his hips.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

Some like a fish-shaped, some like a flower or a superhero character. Luckily, there are nearly a dozen children, if there were more children. Dean doesn’t know how he could satisfy the wishes of the children. Dean is surprised by his nephew's passionate love for the chubby, fat pig. Nephew's eyes, glittering, passionately looking at the pig. He thought his nephew can’t bite a piece on the pig.

When she reopened them, they were clear and bright. She said, "Zane." "Yes, ma'am?" "What do you think about Regal Horizons International? What kind of existence is it to you?" "The greatest mountain in the world!" "The greatest mountain in the world?" "Yes. To me, Regal Horizons International has always been as stable as the greatest mountain in the world! Its existence is unshakable by anyone!" In Simeria, the group did hold such a position, as Zane had witnessed over the years.

Proudly did I sit upon my throne, a seat forged from blood and bone. My skin marred with evidence of war, I was scared and bruised. I was wounded and battered but it was a war I would never lose. The taste of blood on my lips, my fangs were sharpened by flesh. Eyes flashing with moonlight, a wolf howled inside my chest. They made me a ruler and a King, I made them suffer and bleed. Feared more than fear itself, I was born to lead.

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

The Eldridge envoy’s eyes flew wide open as he stared at Reginald, his gaze burning with shock and fury. Reginald, smiling as he admired the envoy’s face shifting from pale to red, then purple and black in a riot of color, said cheerfully, “Your Excellency, safe travels. I won’t be seeing you off any further!” With that, he flicked his whip, spurred his horse, and galloped away like a flash of lightning.

The decorations – from the castle doors, to the throne room, to the hallways, down to the hall to be used for the meeting – had given the castle a different shade of atmosphere. The kitchen workers were busy with cooking and preparations of the best delicacies the castle could offer. Regan himself was clad in a black leather tailcoat that almost reached his ankle. The tailcoat had a Cresthowl pack warrior’s sigil on the left breast pocket area. The badge of Alphaship also lined up with it along with a few other badges. Even as an Alpha, Regan still preferred the warrior’s outfit compared to the official Alpha regal outfit for special occasions.