Royai Novels & Stories

"But why that look after you touched my hand, aunty?" "He looks so familiar to me Ariel like I have met him before. I could have said he is the one but his hair is not white neither is it bringing out Ice." "I do not understand what you are saying aunty." Ariel said. "But if you are talking about him, Royal is a servant in Wolfe Crimson kingdom." "But he looks so much like the Wolf god my stupid mate had introduce me to once." Mari said and what Ariel said clicked in her head. "Did you say his name is Royal?"

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

He immediately knows that they already arrived. Without further ado, they head to the eastern part of the city, where large gates welcome them. A sign, Carnation Chateau displays on the gate. “Carnation?” Gianni wonders. “Carnation is the symbol of the royal family and the kingdom,” Julien replies. “That is why Gallia is often called the Kingdom of Flowers or sometimes the Kingdom Ruled by Flowers.” Arriving at their destination, Gianni and Gabriel quickly get there and the prince’s bags from the carriage, following Julien to his accommodation.

In a large, brilliant neon advertisement, the representative face of Romance Homie was Henry Jackie, a top model. Henry has long, narrow eyelids, a sharp slant, pale skin, and looks as if this fashion brand was born for him. The shirt has narrow, horseshoe-shaped sleeves, tight against the slender body, and a long tie embroidered with a honey bee, the symbol of Napoleon's power. From a distance, Henry Jackie looked like a vampire duke, his beauty filled with a sense of illness. "What a witty Vampire Duke of the East!" In Henry Jackie's first year on tour in Milan, one photographer commented.

"You might want to double check with them though" "Alright. Eight hundred over five hundred; we're still outnumbered" David offers me a smile before shaking his head. "Come on, you're the King. Surely you have contacts" Austin looks to Clyde desperately. "I do but they're all other Royals around the globe. I can't call on packs in America to fight. I'm not Alpha and being King doesn't mean they'll stand to fight" Why wouldn't they fight to protect the King? I know I would...well I don't really have a choice right now. But I still would. If Clyde can't persuade the packs in America to fight, I know someone who can help.

He didn't get it, he didn't understand it at all and it all but scared the hell out of him. " I have come to warn, to lay myself down, give my service, to offer my help." "And how is this to be? How can you help?" He turned his gaze to the Queen and held it. "I'll fight." He said simply. "The Athànatoi are not men, jasper of Moline." "No, but I'm sure they bleed." The queen watched, looking for any sign of fear, or hesitation, she found none, and so she nodded. "Anastasia?" It was the king to his queen.

Hope We crest the final hill, and there it is—Virelia, the royal capital. White stone towers reach toward the sky like they’re trying to scrape it clean. The palace sits at the city’s heart, crystalline and imposing, nestled behind high walls and flanked by massive iron gates. Even from this distance, I can see the royal banners flapping in the wind—deep violet threaded with gold, a lion mid-roar. Tessa gasps beside me, pressing her face to the window.

he said to the pack and looked at Storm. “This is Storm Montrose and my father, Kai, the King of Scotland,” I introduced them. “It’s nice to meet you, Storm,” Kai said with a smile and she bowed her head at him. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you too,” she said and looked him in the eye. “Mom, this is Storm,” I said, taking her hand again and leading her to where my mother stood up from her chair. “This is my mother, Adelie, the Queen of Scotland,” I said.

He turned and was shocked to see the lamp on the floor. Clara stood there throwing the lamp to show her anger. "Is there anything I said wrong?" Alex raised his eyebrows confused by her actions. "Who are you to give me the freedom to do whatever I want?" Clara asked as she crossed her arms in a dominating way. This girl surely possesses royal blood by birth. The way she speaks and her manners show her status and Alex surely was impressed by her attitude.

Prince Ron, who was sitting in Zedekiel's private library, reading a book, suddenly sneezed. The white and red Fox on his shoulder rubbed it's head against Prince Ron's cool cheek, purring softly. "Someone is definitely gossiping about me." Prince Ron mumbled. He was adorned in burgundy-hued robes intricately woven with threads of silver and mint green, creating an elegant tapestry of blossoming flowers that adorned the hem and sleeves. The colour of the robes complemented his red hair and green eyes. Ever since he realized red was the best colour for him, he had asked the Royal Couturier to make him more robes in different shades of red. He couldn't wait for his beloved to come back and see