Regal Voice Novels & Stories

I didn't die, so I need to stop blubbering like a ninny and start paying attention to the most amazing thing to happen to me ever. "Greetings, Penny. My name is Reg'iantros Vel Veratu, but you may call me Reg," he said with a brilliantly white smile. She was relieved to see his shiny choppers didn't include razor-sharp points or extended canines. Fingers crossed, this means he didn't snatch me for dinner.

Regal scoffed in unbelief, his eyes red with anger. "I am just hearing my dad is dead, and what you want me to do right now is to think of what the public would say? To hell with the public!!!" To hell with them! Regal said storming out but was caught halfway by Lily. "Your highness, his majesty's corpse just arrived" she announced calmly. Regal growled at her but left almost immediately to his father's chambers.

Arcangelo spoke into the Bluetooth device while lighting a well-needed cigarette. "Well, Mr. Regnante, I'd let you bend me over that desk of yours if you use that voice on me," Rosalie whispered softly through the earpiece. Her sultry tone having Arcangelo grit his teeth before exhaling the smoke. "Is that so, Ms. Allegro?" He asked, using that tone of voice as he heard her inhale sharply on the other line. "Okay, stop." She said in a strained voice as Arcangelo laughed, followed by Rosalie chuckling along with him. "How does it feel to be back?"

Finally, with a thunderous explosion, a golden storm swept away all the previous darkness and gloom. At the center of the golden storm, Reginald's gaze swept out like a physical force, sharp and brilliant as polished steel, cutting through the chaos around him. "Lord Marcato, Wyrmhelm, Mendyl, you think the likes of you can kill me? It will not be that easy." Reginald's voice boomed out, resonating with a pressure that felt almost divine, shaking the very ground beneath them. "The entrance to The Veiled Paradise is right before us. Since you want a big fight, then bring it on. I will see it through to the end!"

Regina "Regina," Richard mumbled, his voice filled with remorse as he gently wiped away the tears streaming down my face. His touch provided a glimmer of comfort amidst the overwhelming pain that consumed me. "You have to stay strong," he pleaded, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "I know it's hard right now, but we'll get through this together. I'll be here for you every step of the way."

Her face flushed red, lips parting unconsciously, breathlessly, as her lips brushed slowly across them before a dry swallow followed. Regaleon moved quietly with ease, completely unbothered, as his long straight fingers ruffled through his jet black hair, wet strands falling across his face as droplets of water fell over his long dark lashes and the deep dark eyes they hid. It gave him a rugged allure. Water still clung to his skin, trailing slowly down the defined planes of his chest, catching the thin rays of sunlight that slipped through the curtains before disappearing beneath the waistband of his dark trousers resting low on his hips.