Royai Novels & Stories

“Uh, who is this majesty that you are talking about?...” It was the woman’s turn to leave her mouth hanging open. Eventually, she cleared her throat, “It’s none other than Langrey –formally known as his Imperial Majesty, Prince Langrion Zephiry Romualdi, the king’s nephew and one of the heirs to the throne. Or maybe you can call him Langrey too. It might be a good idea to create the illusion that you are close enough and that the engagement wasn’t rushed in, like, a day...or in a few minutes.”

“Raje, what is happening to my son?” Raje stepped forward, his expression gentler now. “Your Majesty, he is fine. This is not a curse or an affliction it is simply the uniqueness of the royal line. Power always manifests differently when royalty and Draynor blood are joined. Rodic’s early merge, his speed, his flame… they are rare, yes, but not dangerous to him. He is strong. Stronger than most younglings his age. With proper guidance, he will thrive.” Brie’s hands trembled, but her shoulders eased as she met Raje’s eyes. “Then we guide him,” she whispered. “And we will,” Raje promised, his tone steady.

His fur was a deep red with naturally orange highlights that made his fur have the same appearance as that of a burning flame. “We are here to speak to Alpha Yash. I am Alpha Dane, and this is my Queen Raya.” I hate to call myself a King, so I still use my title as Alpha. Besides, it saves me the trouble of having to explain how I can be king. Soon enough, everyone will know my true title, but until then I will stick with Alpha.

The gatekeeper of Royal ROXFLOOD KINGDOM made an announcement of the Royal prince entering the court with two of the culprits. The king FAUST BRAVER ROXFLOOD was discussing some of the state affairs with other ministers since it was early in the day and the court hours were up to the third half of the day. As soon as the announcement of Prince’s arrival was made, the ministers started whispering amongst each other.

##NOTE - Sometimes I am calling the 'floating heart' the 'floating tumor' or 'tumor'... I did this because the appearance of the Floating Heart is very grotesque, almost like a tumor. ## "Well, somebody needs to check it out, right?" Roy wanted to save his skin, so he went with fake compliments. "Creed's got the finest luck out of all of us!" "Shut up! I am not going there alone," Creed howled angrily.

After almost a minute, a single leg steps inside, for a moment before the person appear. She stood by the door for a minute, head hell high, as her gaze travel directly to one person. She then started walking directly towards where the royals are sitting down. She majestically walk with grace and power. Her head is held high like a true Queen, looking directly at one person with lips curve to a smile. She wore a simple Ankara gown with a rose gold color Alkaybba which is following her at least 5 meters behind. Five maids by either of her sides follows behind also dressed in a marching attire.

"Providing a werewolf has found their mate and they have fully mated with them, they will stop ageing at around thirty-five. We can live for hundreds of years and die peacefully-" "This is fascinating and everything but what's it got to do with my family?" I sighed. I was fed up now and he was only serving to make the situation worse. "My real age is forty-seven and I stopped ageing when I was thirty. I have always known who you really were. Eldest daughter of Maxwell and Janette Clarkson. Next in line for the throne after your brother, Kyros, turned it down and favourite child of your father. James' parents, Jacob and-"

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.

The Queen guessed. The servant curtsied politely, keeping her eyes to the ground, "Your Majesty. You asked that Lord Easton might be summoned and brought to your chambers. Is there any further service that you need, which I might provide?" It was comical; the size difference of Lord Easton, King of the Eurasian Eagle Owl Harpy, behind this slight, low-born Raven girl with hair, eyes and wings, of a 'dirty' red colour that was not dark enough for Raven beauty standards. "That is all. You may leave."

Stacy finally reached the destination. She paid the cab and as soon as she turned around, her breath hitched. The royal hotel certainly lived up to its name. The hotel reached the sky as its glass windows glittered in the moonlight. Inside of the hotel lit with golden lights giving it a royal vibe. There was tight security and she saw many armed men standing surrounding the building. She had never been to any royal suits before. But it seemed very unusual to have this many armed men.