Regal Novels & Stories

However, the fact still remains that they betrayed him and sold secrets to the CIA. He wasn't going to idly sit by and let it happen. He would make their betrayal a lesson for everyone else, and let them know that the Regnante's weren't ruling for no reason. They earned this title through bloodshed, sweat, and murder. No one was going to double-cross a Regnante, because that would be the first and last mistake he will ever make against them. Now one just needed a foolproof way to make them suffer and understand the consequences of messing with him.

The cause of their origin has not yet been traced. There was still some time left in my marking ceremony, so I decided to explore the elite warriors, enforcers, alphas, Kings and Queens. The walls were filled with the portraits of most amazing leaders, fighters supernatural world has seen. The portrait of first Alfa Re was the largest, it was accompanied by few inches smaller portrait of first Luna Regina. She was a stunning she wolf with high cheek bones, slender nose, full lips and sharp jaw. Her pale skin signifying her origin from the country of Russia.

She looked through the peep hole. "Shit" she mumbled and I exchanged a worried look with Cassy. Mom opened the door to reveal Varg and several other large, black leather clad men. As I looked closer, I recognized Jackal, Hound and of course, Wolf. "We thought that we should welcome our sister back home!" Varg boomed. "Crap" I said and Wolf smiled at me.

His father was the ruler over Australia, and Alpha Superior Devereaux used the Beta to help overthrow his own father with promise of a title. Damn, these are some ruthless people. "Oh well," she said. "They're probably going to start decorating this room next week for the Gala of Arrival, which is the eve of the Centennial. It will look really pretty once they've put all the flowers out." With that comment, she led me out of the ballroom, my mind still stuck on the newly-exposed ruthlessness of my mate. "Next we have what I like to call the West Wing," she said. We walked through a set of doors guarded by two burly men and into an office space. I recognized it instantly.

Regal said as he hurried quickly to his father's side, enough of behaving like he didn't care. He looked closely at the wound and he noticed it was eating in, "dad, what's this? Why is your wound not healing?" Regal asked trying to contain himself. "It's nothing son, am fine," Raymond said as he lifted his face to catch Regal eyes, but that said it all, he wasn't okay, yes he was trying to be, but he was not, he wasn't okay, his face looked worn out, his gold hair had become brown with dust and his eyes was red from tiredness.

Everything between Eira and I was finally sealed. Throwing a short sleeve vintage shirt and a white tailored trousers on after taking my shower, I slid my feet into my white palm slippers. Fixing my wristwatch on my wrist as I watched my reflection from the mirror, I reached for my comb, styling my hair to the back. I picked up my favorite perfume, spraying quite a quantity. “Don’t choke me to death,” Red roared. “Fucking get use to it, Animal.” “I can’t ever get used to….” He was still speaking when I shut him out.

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

“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