River Royal Novels & Stories

the young maid answered and everyone became quiet "I hope they get killed by whatever is coming for them" The maids became quiet, it was River talking, nobody dared to make a sound. Rumours had it that River has been the longest-serving maid of the Alpha of the BlueMoon pack and is the prettiest among the maids. She had an aura of dominance wherever she found herself. Only Lana could contend with her confidence. She was the only one granted access by the king to be fed, as such, the maids thought she was the closest to the king. But even with that, the king never made advancement towards her, but the maids were only newbies. Who could dare contend with River? It was impossible. They had chur

Tyr was briefly quiet before answering, “I did have that thought, but I’ve yet to decide. I’ve already bought all thirteen of the best mansions halfway up the mountain. “But, I didn’t have this idea when the Lunar Mountain mansions went on sale, so a bunch of people have already moved into this place. When Regal Palace truly returns to the Celestial Empire, I need to find a huge island to serve as Regal Palace’s base and headquarters.” Don nodded. “But, does this region have an island large enough to support our enormous organization?” “This place is called Riverdale Province and it’s formed by the gathering of three large rivers. Don’t underestimate the rivers. They can sometimes be more pr

Even the South Regent was so frightened that he did not dare step foot in Riveria for three years. The title of Lord Rivers was not just a nickname recognized by forces in Riveria and even those beyond the borders. Riviera was named Riveria because Ethan’s surname was Rivers!

“What did she mean she’s different from her sister? Angel, I have heard this name before.” “My prince Angel is the daughter of the royal elders Sir Bernard Williams. He is favored by the King making him the richest elder among others.” “ Is that so?” he thoughtfully muttered playing with his royal ring. “Then care to explain why the two sisters are different.” “Your highness I apologize for my bluntness I would say her story is similar to yours.”

Royal Wedding Micah sat in front of the dressing mirror, her swollen eyes covered with makeup, her brown hazel eyes drained of life, and her face masked with contour. Her long black hair was brushed and styled into a sophisticated low bun; a hairpin, which extended as a veil, concealed her face but was transparent and easy for the eyes to peer through. Micah was wearing a white gown with red color tints at the bottom of the dress. Heavy necklaces rested on her chest like a burden, and a black diamond earring dangled on both sides of her ears.

“No one recognized me earlier. I masked my scent and put on another face. But now, you are seeing the real face of the alpha king. Rise, woman. You did nothing wrong except to stop me from kissing you. I must admit I had a good time in this pack. All thanks to you.” Without letting him say it again, I rose. I did not want to anger him any more. It had a hell of eighteen years of learning that superiors did not like it when they waited. “Look me in the eyes. I like the color of your eyes, woman.” I held my breath as I gazed at him. “My name is River, Your Majesty. I was found on the river, hence my name. And I am a slave in this pack.” I did not want to pretend to be him with someone I am not

Chelsea River stood with a confident grace, their bright red hair cascading down their back like a fiery waterfall. The vibrant locks were untamed, with subtle waves and loose curls framing their pear-shaped face. Their eyes sparkled like shimmering aquamarine gemstones, radiating warmth and kindness.

The Prince snapped. "We apologize, your highness." Then the carriage continued to move. What happened have made Russel even more upset, but as they reach their destination, his face lit up to see the person waiting for him. He hurried to that person's side as soon as he got out of the carriage and held her hand to kiss it. "My beautiful Rosalia Adelle." "Your highness, I missed you very much."

“You have no warrant! You can’t just storm in here!” The lead soldier sneered, holding up a sealed document. “By order of the Crown, we can. Where did you get this?” He held up the expensive royal fabric Atlas had gifted him weeks ago, soft, embroidered with the royal crest in gold thread. Jacob’s jaw tightened. “A friend gave it to me.” The soldier laughed. “A friend? This belongs to the royal family. Explain yourself, farmer.” Outside, villagers gathered, whispering loudly. “What did he do?”

“Royal household. This is the butler speaking. How may I be of help?” “I need to speak directly to the king.” “And who is this?” “Don Aziel.” “A moment please.” The line went mute for five minutes before someone finally spoke. “Hello,” finally the king said, his voice unmistakably irritated. “We have a problem.” “If this is about Zarek being stubborn, rest assured I’ve had enough for today. Tell him I’ll cut his allowance.” “He’s been kidnapped,” I said, not having the time to mince my words. “How did that happen? I thought you—”