Royai Novels & Stories

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.

"For the last time, that's powder. Foundation is supposed be liquid" "No, this is foundation" "Powder" "Foundation" "Powder" Foundation " "Pow_" The door opened abruptly and there stood Leo with Hailey beside him with a wicked smile on her face.

"Long live the King! Long Live Queen Mother!" Everyone, including those at the high table stood up and bowed deeply. They all repeated; "Long live the King!" "Long Live Queen Mother!" Out of everyone in the hall, only Ron raised his head slightly to see the King and his breath was taken away. Zedekiel looked regal in his black and gold robes. The golden threads were woven within the black, creating the pattern of dragons. His smooth skin, white as snow was a beautiful sharp contrast with the black, giving him an other worldly presence. His silver wavy hair was let loose, gently grazing his shoulder. The cold looking silver crown atop his head with the red ruby in the middle made him look lik