Regal Voice Novels & Stories

“I knew that this young man would be speaking with me. Follow me.” Casting a quick glance at Abby over my shoulder, who is still seated at the table with a dumbfounded expression on her face, I follow the king and his two guards out into the hallway. My heart pounds as we stop outside; Damon’s cries are still echoing down the hall, but his father seems to pay them no mind. “Karl, is it?” he asks. “Yes, Your Majesty,” I reply with a nod. “And your name is…?” “Reginald. No need for the ‘majesty’ bullshit. We’re not in the dark ages anymore, my boy.”

Regal’s gaze moved over Ryan, then to Trevor, and finally to me. His eyes lingered a fraction longer on me. “So,” he said at last, his voice low and cutting through the air like steel, “this is the direwolf.” I resisted the urge to shrink under his scrutiny. Instead, I took a step forward and met his gaze. “Elena of the Star Raider Pack.” The air seemed to tighten. A long silence followed before Regal nodded once. “Sit.” We took our places across from them. No smiles. No pleasantries. The kind of meeting where alliances were forged in fire or shattered in frost.

KOL Regal thinks he owns the world, but the truth is he doesn’t. He doesn’t even own himself. He sits at the top of his little empire, flashing suits and rings and teeth, but the power holding it together runs through me. I’m the one people follow. I’m the one they fear. Regal is a face, a name, a crown that glitters in public. I’m the shadow behind it, the hand that keeps the walls standing. And that’s why I never bow.

I spoke up, still keeping my back to him, giving a side eye thinking about will I say next. “Hello sunshine, why so down. Don’t you miss your favorite creature?” Reginald said as his British accent come in just gave me chills, I heard the sharp brushes of his black shined shoes come closer. “No, I am not, and you are not my favorite creature.” I mocked, finally turning to face him, only to have him a couple inches close to me. I looked at him seeing that he has not changed at all, his Blonde curls slicked back ocean green eyes, he never changed his attire, all black suite, black socks, and all.

But it also meant that I would protect the king until my dying breath. "You would be smart to remember who you are speaking to, whore. One day soon, you will have to call me King Reginald the second. For now, keep that petty nickname out of your filthy mouth. What goes on between my father and I is none of your concern. Now, go frolic with your little harlot friends whilst the true rulers make history." I felt my wolf rise with his words. Gain traction inside my mind. Some of the bones in my fingers snapped. Turned into claws. Canines elongated. I gripped that wild side of me. Shoved her down deep. Tried to restrain her until she choked.

Your chance of being the Alpha of this pack will be blown away faster than you can imagine " "I never wanted to be an Alpha anyway", said Reginald under his breath. "What did you just say?" He kept mute for a few seconds, contemplating the risks involved with repeating himself. He could as well blow up the chances now. "I said, I never wanted to be an Alpha anyway", Reginald repeated in a louder tone, his eyes on the mahogany table. He kept silent but without looking at him, he knew that his father was getting enraged. "You are the most ungrateful bastard I've ever seen in my life. Do you know that?"

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a simple, relaxing carousel ride for children, a group of armored knights were enthusiastically taking part. Sir Reginald, a renowned war hero, was grinning like an idiot as he rode a mechanical warhorse that actually moved. "By the gods, this is GLORIOUS!" he shouted. His squire, who was supposed to be the one enjoying the ride, sat beside him with mild embarrassment. "Sir, I think this is meant for children…" "Nonsense!" Reginald bellowed, drawing his sword into the air. "This steed is magnificent! Look at its gallop!"

It was a normal thing to be reverent before an Alpha talk much of an Alpha King. "Does the Alpha King often frequent VeMica?" I asked absentmindedly and Regan's brows shot upwards in a curious surprise. That's when I realized I had slipped. Or almost... "You're..." he paused, glancing over my outfit and Jeyre's in the same manner his sister had done some minutes earlier. Oh well, Mooncrest's fashion style in the mud again. Majesty growled disapprovingly within me. *Come on, Majesty. I'm being sarcastic.* I telepathically said to her.

Then slowly a man with the air of a mighty wind stepped in Two guards blew their trumpets loud enough for everyone to hear. "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.