River Royal Novels & Stories

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

I must come up with a plan immediately. *** The hall was in no time filled with people, the news and the social media platforms were all buzzing with gist about the Grand gala, it has been the talk of the town and now it's really here. The entrance was crowded with people. The royal car was the last to arrive, we were the highlight of the gala. Stealing attention from all the attendees present, everyone bowed on our entry. “Announcing King Alaric and his wife Queen Isabella” The host introduced. The spotlight turned to my parents as they walked in side by side.

“My name is Princess Alvarez. I’m the vice president of this esteemed institution, and it’s an honor to be here. You may be wondering why I’m standing before you today. Well, it’s tradition here at Royalty College for upperclassmen to welcome the freshmen and guide them through what they need to know about the school—and a few other things too. “So without wasting much time, let me tell you about the five clubs we have. You’ll be choosing the one that suits you best. But be warned—some clubs are selective. You’ll have to pass a screening to get in. “Starting from number five, we have the Book Club. This is perfect for anyone who loves reading or feels too shy to dive into more social activit

What in the hell…” Matilda muttered. The car door opened and out stepped a man dressed in a pristine dark navy suit. A small gold emblem—an unmistakable royal crest of Galloway—was pinned neatly on his lapel. His hair was slicked back with precision, and while his expression was serious, he scanned the entire camp with a keen intensity. A royal advisor? Panic swelled within me. The atmosphere shifted as everyone around gasped in surprise. What could a royal envoy possibly want with us? The man made his way toward us, his regal presence impossible to ignore. He stopped right in front of us, his eyes locked onto mine.

I found a quiet place on the deck, where I could feel the sea breeze caressing my face. While enjoying the stunning view of the ocean, I was surprised by the presence of Isabel, Alexandre's sister. She approached with a kind smile. Isabel: (compliding me) Hello, Giovanna. It's a pleasure to see you again. How are you enjoying the trip? Giovanna: (smiling) Hello, Isabel. I'm enjoying every moment, although there are challenges we face. How is it going for you? Isabel: (sighing) It's a roller coaster of emotions, to be honest. Being part of the royal family has its rewards, but it also brings expectations and responsibilities. I'm glad Alexandre found someone like you to share his life.

I admit. I do not really spend much of my time watching the Court's fashions. I have spent the last few years just trying to survive.The last couple of months has really been even more intense when it comes to my focus on other subjects. I have been so focused on coming up with a plan to steal the crown. "Red is considerend a royal color to some and a demonic color to others. What reason could you have to like the color red? Are you royal or are you a demonic worshiper?" One of the knights say to me.

She smiled and I gave her a knowing look before walking away. I'll visit my favorite spot in this campus, Royal Hills as it's popularly known. It's a large slightly elevated surface, surrounded by beautiful trees and a little stream. It's usually a quiet spot for relaxation as it's known for the warmth, calm and comfort it naturally offers. Many people tend to visit this spot most times, some to read, some think and some relax. I'm going there right now because I need to think. I don't know what's wrong with me.

his warm breath fanned against my neck. “Ryder,” my uncontrolled breathing affected my speech. He pulled away from me instantly, much to my disappointment. “I’ll have you all night,” he declares, stepping back from me and his words sending a shiver of excitement across my body. I took a hurried shower and dressed up in a haste, dreading my meeting with the werewolf king again. I tried to keep my outfit simple, yet classy. For every time I have seen the king, I made sure to take extra care with my dressing. Appearance mattered a lot to the royals.

With commanding views over most of the island of Bartovia, the royal residence was much more than a landmark. Every time Ava had seen those twinkling lights from the prison on the western end of the island, she had thought of the richness of Bartovia as a kingdom and how Federico’s father, King Umberto, had built it up to be the wealthy paradise it was today. It was only as Ava came up to the imposing front gates that she realized Federico hadn’t given her instructions on how to gain access. But waiting for her at the entrance was the aide, Francesco, who had been present the previous evening.

“And even if she’s not, is that even something to reprimand with, Ricardo?” My grip on the teacup tightened. I couldn’t feel the warmth anymore because all I could think of was my father's deadly gaze toward River. Goodness. Does he have a death wish? I warned him a lot of times about not crossing my parents! “Yes, River,” Dad answered with a smirk as he placed the newspaper on the side. His tone was cold and serious. “She’s the heir of the Miller family, and she’s representing the entire clan. And soon? She will also be one of the Continental family.”