Regal Voice Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

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.

The blood of a warrior, mind of a mogul and aura of kingship. I could see his eyes searching while his brain worked to register my face and I'm sure his heart knew me as mother. "Regal?" I asked him. He made a cute face and began rooting with his lips. I placed him on the teat closest to him and he began drawing out from me. "Regal?" He stopped and stared again. "Your name is Regal Vincent Shields. Your father is Reece Dietrich Shields and I am your mother, Valiant Desiree Williams. We love you and welcome to this world."

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.

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?"

The Elder lifts his ceremonial staff high into the air. “From this day forward…” His powerful voice echoes across the entire arena, and he continues. “Ella of the Regalis bloodline is hereby recognized as the true Alpha of Regalis Pack!” The silence shatters instantly, a sudden thunder strikes above the crowd. Then everything rises to their feet. The royal horns sound once more, louder than before. Warriors proudly strike their fists against their chests in salute. My heart pounds as I slowly raise the Mellenisk high above my head, and everyone begins to cheer me up.

He grumbled under his breath and avoided meeting his gaze. In his wide courtyard, Regaleria’s finest troops were waiting for his command. He inhaled deeply and spoke, “I smell blood in the air,” and with that, he signaled his large horse to start. It was not long when his entourage was out of sight in the Soulisse Mansion. ***

(Juniper’s P.O.V) 4 years later: Walking through the halls of my high school, I keep my head down and try and make myself as small as possible. I don’t feel like dealing with people today, not that I ever feel like dealing with people. Particularly teenagers, especially THESE teenagers. After the rogue attack and waking up in the hospital after spending two weeks in a coma, I woke up sounding like I smoked 5 packs a day. All of the doctors my parents had taken me to, all said the same thing, that I would never get my voice back. Even talking with Fae healers, spell casters, and elves nothing could be done. No one could regenerate the cells of the body to fix this, no one had that type of mag