Roc Royal Imagines の小説・ストーリー

He felt sorry for him, even though both packs haven’t been on the best terms for years now. Roy climbed out of his car, when he arrived home. Staring at his house, he imagined a beautiful breathtaking woman walk out of the house to welcome him home with a kiss, while his two pups would run to him, both trying to outrun the other to be the first to give him a welcome hug. He smiled at the fantasy. This wasn’t the first time he had imagined this sort of thing. He has held on to those images for years now, but in the end it was nothing more than a fantasy.

I was counting on it almost working. Close enough to cause chaos. Close enough to create a crack. Cracks were all I needed. Roy lit a cigarette and sucked on it like it was revenge. “You know,” he said, smoke leaking through his grin, “I’ve seen women cry before. Beg. Piss themselves. You? You’re just sittin’ there like some kinda ice queen. Not even scared.” “Not of you,” I said evenly. He snorted. “Zach’s right. You got a mouth on you. Bet it’s real sweet when you’re not biting.”

“What do you mean?” “I mean this from a place of love, but you seem to have a jaded... rosy image of the royals in your head. I can tell you’re a book lover. When I think of you, my biggest fear is that you will take this rosy picture of the royals to your heart, and you will never see them coming for who they truly are. Not until it’s too late.” “I don’t have a rosy picture of the royals.” “Just the prince then?”

“I try.” “I can’t pretend to say I know anything about anyone most of the time. My first impressions of Royal though are he’s a man who doesn’t like being told he can’t do or have what he wants. He’s strong-willed and single-minded and can accomplish anything he sets his mind out to do.” “But?”

Royal's POV I glanced around my room, trying to make sense of the interruption. Everything appeared unchanged, and yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had glimpsed something profound. The remnants of the otherworldly realm clung to my consciousness like gossamer threads, just beyond my grasp. Rico appeared at the door, concern etched across his face. "Royal, are you alright?" he asked, stepping into the room. I nodded, trying to steady my breath. "I'm fine, but something strange happened during my meditation. I felt like I was on the verge of a significant revelation, and then it all just vanished."

What if I never see the sun or the sky again? I like to think that I know how these royals act. They think they own the world and every damn soul in it, they like to have their way and have everyone dance to their tunes. In as much as I am intrigued by the prince and it’s still totally unbelievable that he is my second chance mate, I am scared for what he may do to me. I would be his slave, his property and I would have no say whatsoever.

With a swift snap of my fingers, a luxurious fur-lined cloak appeared, and I carefully wrapped it around her shoulders, fastening it at the neckline. Roxy's crazy curls spilled out from beneath the cloak as she smiled her thanks. In that moment, she looked breathtakingly beautiful, like a dark ice princess risen from the frozen depths. Her beauty was mesmerizing, and I felt my heart swell with pride. The shy Cryomancer led us to the dining hall, where River awaited. As soon as his eyes landed on Roxy, his expression faltered, and a flicker of surprise crossed his face.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then the stone exploded with light. Red energy shot through Rosemary's body, lifting her off the ground. She gasped but didn't scream, even though Austin could feel her pain through their bond. The red energy formed shapes in the air around the platform. Images. Memories stored in the stone. Everyone watched in awe as the history of the royal family played out like a movie. They saw King Aldric in his prime, strong and just, ruling with wisdom. They saw Queen Lyanna beside him, her power complementing his perfectly. They saw the three princesses—Aurora, Stella, and little Elena—playing in the royal gardens.

"I’m just observing the art of the ‘oh-shit-I’m-trapped’ face. Priceless. You’re really good at savoring the moment, Don." I ignored him and crouched to meet Ricci eye-to-eye. "Tell me, how does it feel knowing the roles are reversed? Knowing the one you betrayed, the one you thought powerless, is holding your fate?" Ricci whimpered, shuffling on the stone floor. Luciano chuckled. "Man, I love a dramatic villain moment. Really sets the mood. Might even call it cinematic." I clenched my fists. "Luciano—" "Relax, Don," he interrupted with mock solemnity. "I only said it was cinematic."

I looked up at him, glaring daggers, and he shook his head, muttering under his breath, "Royals." "You didn't seem to complain much about one joining your own pack," a playful female voice teased in response, coming from behind me. It made Marcus stop in his tracks. "Luna," he said in surprise, "Well.. I didn't know about it at first, did I?" She laughed softly in response, moving to his side, our eyes finally meeting. I gasped, as hers glowed in that familiar, royal shade of purple, for just a brief moment.