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

Reginald said, his voice carrying a hint of something Ben had never heard before. Ben felt a shiver down his spine. He had never heard Reginald speak like this before, and his voice... it conveyed a sense of powerless weightlessness. He glanced at Reginald again through the rearview mirror, but the man showed no expression, his narrow eyes hiding endless shades of gray, and the deep furrow on his eyelids seemed to have sliced through his usual fierceness, leaving only shattered ashes behind. "Mr. Wordsworth..." Ben suddenly didn't know what to say.

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!”

Their eyes measured her. After their speech, a man in a navy suit approached, slow and sure, like he’d been waiting for this moment. “Miss Patel. Mr. Costa.” His voice was smooth, his accent crisp and aristocratic. “Splendid performance. Stirring words. I’m Sir Reginald Sterling.” Leo shook his hand. “The famous Sir Reginald? Head of the European Federation?” Reginald’s lips curled. “Famous? Infamous, depending on whom you ask.” He turned to Maya, his gaze soft but sharp. “You two have done something extraordinary. You’ve made the world believe again. That’s... rare.”

"I didn't say I wanted an old man and stop acting like I didn't have an opinion on what I wanted I have the right to state my opinion right?" "I didn't say otherwise, it's just that you are acting childish, I didn't think the goddess would fate me to a kid as a mate," Regal whimpered on my head as I said that, and her face crumpled, I could see her nostril flared and her eyes were turning red, she was glaring at me.

Valen whispers, making me freeze mid-step. “Excuse me, what? How is that possible? They said… but we can see the Demons,” I practically shout, making Valen wince and dart a panicked look around our surrounding area. “Yes, we can,” Valen confirms, his expression brittle. “But that doesn’t mean we are Hunters.” “I had my blood tested. It came back as Regalis,” I stammer, turning to face him, no longer interested in walking until Valen coughs up some more answers.

"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.