Regal Voice Novels & Stories

Then she lifted her head and howled wishing it could ease the confusion in her raging mind. However the sound that exploded from her chest was so loud that it scared even herself. It was so Powerful and magnificent. The howl surged through forests and valleys alike and back at the royal hunt where everyone heard it. The nobles exchanged startled glances. Even King Reginald rose partially from his seat. The sound seemed almost supernatural, like a voice from another age. Like a creature announcing its existence to the world. Deep within the forest, Rudieloff heard it too. Immediately, his wolf spun toward the source. Relief surged through him. He had found her. Without hesitation he launched

“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.’’ Regal answered, spiking my curiosity even more. How didn't Lycan Cyril show up today, what

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

As soon as she spoke, Reginald’s deep, magnetic voice came through the phone: “Anyone except me.” Word by word. Each one absolute. Heloise couldn’t help but smile. Even thousands of miles apart, his possessive nature was still suffocating. “Alright, I understand. I’m always careful—I won’t be in danger.” Reginald of course knew she was cautious. If she weren’t, he would have stopped the speech altogether. ... For the remaining time, Heloise paused her coursework and work responsibilities, focusing entirely on the gift and preparing her speech.

To make me moan loudly. “Hello! Meadow! What is happening? I will fucking kill that bastard if he touches you!” Matt screamed on the phone "Baby Your cock is so deep in my slutty cunt," I moaned loudly again, as Ethan He thrust up, meeting my rhythm, turning it into another hard fuck. “Meadow! Please stop!” Matt begged, his voice was cracking on the phone now.” Please I beg you stop!” "Mmm…yes…fuck me…Harder baby!” Ethan screams!”

"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?"

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.

“ Don’t smile so innocently in front of me Regal, I am afraid that this smile doesn’t suit a man of your calibre.” Regal dropped the deceitful smile from his face and then his lips pursed into a thin smirk as he leaned forward on the railing and cupped his face while looking at Logan with his true feelings displayed on his face. “ I see you have brought that witch back to our pack, are you not afraid that the council of elders will rebel?”

Julian called, his voice a low rumble. "Sixty," said a voice from the shadows. My voice. Every head turned. Including Julian's. His eyes found mine. For a second, there was no recognition—just confusion. Then his brow furrowed. I had changed. No more cardigans and messy buns. I wore a blood-red gown that hugged every curve I'd earned from three years of self-respect. My hair was a cascade of black silk. My lips were the color of victory. "Seventy million," Julian said, but his voice cracked.

Regina stared into the black where they’d vanished, trembling. The voices grew louder. A deep male growl echoed through the cave mouth. And then Regina heard it—clear now, unmistakable. “Regina!” Her father. Relief broke through her like sunlight through storm clouds, so strong it made her vision swim. “I’m here!” she tried to scream, but her voice came out ragged. Footsteps thundered closer, multiple sets, the sound of wolves moving fast and angry. A silhouette appeared at the cave entrance, blocking moonlight.