Regal Novels & Stories

"His royal majesty, the mighty lion, lord of the seas and the forest. Ruler of the imperial kingdom of Decreash, Regaleon Von Clegane! A guard shrilled in a high-pitched voice. The congregation in the hallway languidly rose to their feet. So did the queens seated at the upper deck of the hall. Ragaleon slowly made his way in, accompanied by his hand, Brandon, and his personal knight. As he made his way through the path the royal knights had formed, the sword crossed above his head slowly dropped immediately as he walked past each knight, and they bowed to show their courtesy. His black shoulder-length hair stood still as he walked like a pillar of storm. He di

“Julian is… entertaining. The typical story everyone would like. But Rowan?” I paused deliberately, rolling my eyes in a flirtatious manner. “Rowan is legacy.” Camilla blinked. “Legacy?” “He’s literally royalty,” I said. “The second son of the English royal family. That’s not just a regular status… that’s history.” Chloe tilted her head. “You don’t even like all that royal pressure stuff.” “I don’t,” I agreed. “But If it is with Rowan, it's different.” Julian is best for attention, but Rowan wasn't the type to get involved with it.There was something far more compelling about someone who carried weight quietly. He held himself like he didn’t need anyone’s approval. Which meant winning his at

"Dad, you didn't tell me we had guests. I would have worn my necklace made of human teeth. It really brings out my eyes." "Shut up, Marigold." My father never told me to shut up. He usually told me to "calm down" or "lower your voice" or "remember who you are." This was new. This was the sound of the dam breaking. He gestured to the shark by the fire. "This is Ambassador Pierce. From the Kingdom of Regalia." "Regalia," I repeated, rolling the name around my mouth like a sour candy. "Sounds like a medication for erectile dysfunction. Does it cure stupidity, too?"

“Keep the line crooked. Kings hate untidy pictures.” General Kael rode with the easy grace of a man who had never been told no by a mirror. His horse was a gray gelding with a scar down the flank and manners better than his rider’s. Kael wore armor that had never seen a pageant, dull steel, practical buckles, no flourish, but over it he had thrown a cloak of wolf-fur dyed a tasteful night. On his head no crown, only a band of black leather set with a small iron sigil: a crescent cracked in two.

“Too decent for a mud-grubber like you.” “I earned that,” Tunde muttered. Kappa's foot slammed into his ribs. A white-hot bolt of pain shot through him. “You earned the right to live. That’s all,” Kappa growled. “The adrium you took? It belongs to us now. Consider it tribute.” One of the other Fangs stepped forward, flipping a small black device, Tunde's quarry tag. Kappa leaned down. “You're going to go back to that pit tomorrow. And the day after. And every damn day until I say stop. You bring us more adrium. Pure stuff only. No junk. Or else…”

Zogo looked toward the high walls of the estate, moonlight catching the sharp angles of his coat. “Let’s knock.” And with that, he stepped forward, walking through darkness like it bowed to him. Regalado’s POV Inside the Estate, 5:00 AM The old gallery smelled of varnish, Cuban tobacco, and power. Regalado stood with a glass of 60-year-old scotch in hand, gazing up at an oil portrait of his father, the original lion of the south…. General Estevan Regalado. A man who built an empire from bullets and borders. His ghost still lingered in these walls, Regalado believed.

Looking directly into his eyes. As soon as I said that I felt a strange need to want to be near him it was the strongest pull I ever felt. If this was the mate Bond it's working and I know he felt it too. The look on his face said so, his eyes are dark black as night that lets me know that Wolf has taken over . " It is the bond …you can't hold out forever, '' Shiva said to me. I took a step back and that was a bad mistake , because he let out animalistic growls at me and it shook me to my core and stopped me in my tracks .

"What do you mean by yes and no." "Well, it's just that..." "You like the Ferrari, right? But you don't want to tell me because you feel it's too expensive. Am I right, miss Adelana?" I nod in agreement and he smiles. "It's yours, I didn't bring you here for window shopping. Go on, go check it out." He urges me. "This car is quite expensive. Worth millions of naira"

THE LEGEND OF THE VIPER PROLOGUE There were so many ways one could celebrate their twenty first birthday but never had she ever thought it would be this way. Dressed in a black beautiful and exquisite robe with the huge vicious viper on the back, she walked slowly and confident down the aisle as she went to her throne. The hall was crowded with her followers, children to the hilt; all wearing their specific colors. Behind her the Oracle followed her. The only sound that was present was that of the drums being played. She finally arrived and stood there.

Reginald looked at her. Ben and Doctor Phillips stood behind them, their mouths twitching, unable to say a word. They swore they truly had no idea Mr. Wordsworth would choose these kinds of “pets.” Heloise turned her pale face toward Reginald. After confirming he wasn’t joking, she asked, “You’re calling a raptor a pet?” Wasn’t an eagle a highly aggressive wild predator? “They said they had to be gentle ones,” Reginald replied. “So I looked for a long time before I picked a white one.”