Regal Novels & Stories

“Alpha?’’ Regal's familiar voice yelled out, leaving a storm of relief pouring all over me. “Over here!’’ I hollered. “Oh goddess! You're badly hurt.’’ He spat as he examined the wound, throwing a thorough glance around before stuffing his pistol into his belt. He helped me up and we both tugged along with my weight on his shoulder. “How far it is to the house?’’ I inquired, exhausted already by the nonstop tugging “Just a few more miles.’’ Regal assured. ‘‘Did you happen to see the lycan king tonight?’’ I asked, out of sincere curiosity. ‘‘Not really. I'm not sure I saw any of his commanders either.’’ R

The door opened, interrupting my thoughts, and two tall men came in, walking towards me, both wearing black suits; one had a scar coming down his eye, and the other had a neck tattoo of a snake. "Look at those breasts, Magus." The scared guy smirked, looking over to the neck tattoo guy, which he called Magnus. What sucked most about having a severe stab wound that was completely vulnerable, I couldn't get up or kick these perverted assholes in the heads. Alessandro was right I can't look after myself properly. "I'm gonna have a fun time with you, Piccola Ragazza," Magnus darkly chuckled, picking my legs up and throwing me over his shoulder. I cried out as my injured thigh came into contact w

This carriage is discreet, its exterior plain black and offering no indication that whoever is inside of it is of royal origin, but there’s a tell-tale string of gold along the side, just subtle enough that if one has seen this carriage before, they’ll recognize it again. And she and Mattel had used the carriage just over a month ago to visit Hal here, when they’d asked him to bless their child when she was born. Right now, Hal is looking at the carriage in concern. Regina isn’t sure what he’s thinking is happening, but as their driver pulls on the reigns, Lionel and Castile finally wake, the latter moving to look out the window. “I’ll go out and tell him why we’re here,” the alpha says, the

Chapter 8 Hannah's POV The news of the annual corporate party hit the 12th floor like a lightning strike. In a building made of glass and cold calculations, the "Cromwell Legacy Gala" was the only night where the hierarchy supposedly blurred—though everyone knew it was just a more expensive stage for the same power plays. The announcement appeared on every monitor in the building at exactly 9:00 AM. A sleek, animated invitation in gold and black: A Legacy of Excellence. Join us at the Grand Ballroom for the Annual Corporate Gala.

"That's what am talking about. Always impatient, and never careful with your words. And you think if I was going to get you one, after..., " "Raphael. I don't need anything from you, not like it's your fathers money." Alexandra blurts out, making Raphael face her fully. "You are opportune to be here, I guess, its normal for you to try to flaunt some wealth, but don't forget you are flaunting it to the real owner," Alexandra says to Raphael who just stared back at her, without uttering a word. Apparently, he was short of words. ________________________🖊 Panting, she rolls to the others side of the bed, meanwhile Gerald tries to catch his breath. In the pretext of coming over to have a class.

Kayla I narrowed my eyes as I watched a few servants open a gate to reveal a set of carriage. The carriage was ornate and grand, with intricate carvings and gold embellishments adorning its exterior. It appeared to be sturdy and robust, made from the finest materials, and designed to withstand the rigors of travel on rough terrain. The exterior of the carriage was decorated with symbols and motifs associated with the royal family, such as wolf heads and moon emblems giving it a regal and imposing presence.

On the other side, a young man who appears to be in a dreadful dream. Help Please assist me. I'm not happy to be here. Migi The voice became louder as if it was becoming enraged. "MIGI!" Migi was flung over the bed right away. He was so out of breath and sweating that it appeared as if 10 horses were following him.

All I was able to notice was, we went up the mountain path Kent had suggested. Max stopped only when we reached pebbled grounds. He got up, balancing on his two hind legs, dropping me on my back in the process. This caused me to look up at the gray and black castle that stood before me. It had countless steeples and each of them had a red flag with a black wolf stitched within it. From the windows I could see, I saw designs of red and green glass with a candle dancing right in the center. It looked majestic. “Took you both a while.” Kent was already here, wearing yet another fur coat, giving me a devilish smile.

Bradley said thoughtfully. "Because he's the future Alpha who has, not only the blood of two Alphas, but also the blood of the Royals. He's going to be strong and he knows it," I replied proudly. "He's an Alpha who will kick the ass of anyone who dares mess with those he loves," Blake added with a faint smile as his eyes moved down to our still screaming daughter and I could see the pain that she didn't know who either of us were because of something that sick bastard had done to her.

tall figure, all four of them hold those two injured men’s from their both hands, it was dark outside but there were many street light which were giving me clear view of that tall figure who stood above them, he was around 6’feet tall, with broad and muscular shoulder, I can clearly tell that by looking at muscles that were popping out of his short sleeve black cotton fitted shirt, his caramel tanned skin was complimenting his shirt color, he had shoulder length dark brownish black hairs which were loosely gelled, from side I could see he had a very sharp jaw line with thick beard and moustache, he was wearing deep blue colored denim and a Mojdi beneath that (Traditional Indian foot wear) j