Regal Novels & Stories

Three peaces of broken mirror merged them self deep in his head and his blonde eyes wide. Nikolai's breathing was still rapid, his hands gripping the edges of the sink that his knuckles were almost turning white, his red eyes had a smile in them. A few bangs of his hair were falling in his face while his lips curled in a small smile. "Champagne can only be mine " his deep voice declared to no one but himself.

I let out a smile satisfied with my feat, and then I increase the speed of the purebred that follows my commands, when I reach the last target and obstacle I prepare myself, for this one it would be more difficult; after all I should hit the arrow at the same time as I make the horse jump, I take a deep breath concentrating on the exact speed, as well as on the target that swayed in the rhythm of the breeze, my emerald green irises focus on the object ahead, I mentally count the exact seconds in which I must jump, when I reach the final second, I give the command to the horse that jumps, everything seems to pass in slow motion, the white horse with its snow-white mane swaying as the breeze b

Regina A loud growl brought me back to my senses, and I realized that I had been lost in my thoughts for too long. Startled, I quickly scanned my surroundings to identify the source of the growl, my heart pounding with anticipation. I walked toward the source of that growl. As I cautiously approached, my eyes locked on a pair of piercing amber eyes glowing in the shadows. The growl grew louder, revealing a majestic and powerful creature standing before me—a magnificent wolf, whose presence commands respect and awe.

They said they had met demons and terrifying beasts in Death Valley. Lily looked over at Venn, somewhat suspiciously, and asked, "Did the prince really tell you that?" "Really, Lily." “Do you know what that place is like?” Venn shook his head and replied, "Death Valley is a place for wolf warriors to practice their fighting skills."

Theo firmly stated, "I said we have not surpassed them. In my territory, failing to achieve total superiority is the same as a loss." Kyler’s face paled instantly. "That is biologically impossible." He leaned in, his voice urgent. "The Hill Group is fed the prime cuts from Windspire’s vaults. They use the Regalcrest Micro and Dragon Slayer drivers—ancient tech-lore that no other pack in the world can replicate." Theo flicked a speck of dust from his sleeve with chilling indifference. "We at Regent Global also utilized the Regalcrest. Did you find our performance lacking?"

“But then, if we're going to pose as Lycan, the witch's spell isn't necessary.” Reggie snorted. “Yes, it is. This guy reeks of royalty. You can smell how far up his ass the crown is. Trust me, you need the spell.” I turned back to Valfred and he looked flushed. “What Reggie meant to say but so crudely put us that I have a different scent from other wolves. All royalties do and I'm very sure the Rogues can smell it.” “From the ends of the earth!” I was going to laugh at what Reggie said but I stopped myself. Valfred hauled something at him and it hit him.

Karl and Reginald ride on either side of me; Karl on the back of a dappled gray horse, and Reginald on the back of the black horse that Karl was looking at earlier. The longer we ride, the more comfortable I become. I even find myself occasionally prying my fingers on one hand away from the reins to reach forward and pat the chestnut’s neck, who snorts happily beneath my touch. And the longer we ride, the more Reginald opens up about his late wife—about Karl’s mother. “Alessandra was a rare breed,” he says, a fond sparkle in his eyes as he speaks. “Just as elegant and well-spoken as any queen could be, but she swore like a sailor behind closed doors.”

' she says, wiping my tears away. 'Mother, this is my mate, Alpha Maximus,' I say to her. 'Not little Maximus? Not my best friend’s little boy? Luna Mirabelle and Alpha Theodores son?' she asks in amazement. Maximus smiles, 'Yes, the one and only,’ he smiles. My mother stands and hugs him, 'I couldn't ask the Moon Goddess for a better mate for my daughter,' she says to him. 'Mother,' I say, 'I want you to come and meet your three grand-pups,' I smile.

If he had only known earlier, he would never have done so, instead, he would have ordered his son to escape along with his older sisters as the fate of their kingdom rest in the boy’s survival. A soldier kneeled before them. “Your majesty, the army has stopped,” he informs before standing up. “What is that?” prince Rakal frowned at several huge wooden contraptions that were being pulled by horses clad in black armor behind the army lines. It seemed to resemble a carriage covered in metal plating with a metallic dragon figurehead that had its mouth open. “Look on the horizon!” Another soldier shouted pointing at the hilltop.

Regal’s gaze moved over Ryan, then to Trevor, and finally to me. His eyes lingered a fraction longer on me. “So,” he said at last, his voice low and cutting through the air like steel, “this is the direwolf.” I resisted the urge to shrink under his scrutiny. Instead, I took a step forward and met his gaze. “Elena of the Star Raider Pack.” The air seemed to tighten. A long silence followed before Regal nodded once. “Sit.” We took our places across from them. No smiles. No pleasantries. The kind of meeting where alliances were forged in fire or shattered in frost.