Royai Novels & Stories

"But he has a lover here and there? I don't think that's right even if you're royalty." "Geez, you're very ignorant. It's common for royalty to have many affairs since they're strengthening their connections to have greater and solid supporters. That's their way of gaining more power and it's nothing new." The imperial knights just shook their heads as they follow the Prince to guard him along with his lover within the woman's residence.

The loudspeaker came on. "ALL SLAVES SHOULD HEAD TO THE TRAINING GROUND. NOW!!" People scrambled out of the dinning area to the training ground. The guards stationed outside instructed us to sit on the grass. We sat and some murmured in hushed tones. Roman, the second in command to the Royal Chief guard stood in front of us all. He was a mean werewolf that harboured extreme hate for half breeds. There were rumours that he raped some slaves and got rid of those who tried to complain.I gathered my arms around myself as the wind blew heavily. Lily sat beside me shivering. "A royal ring is missing. It is a gold ring with an enchanted ruby. A gift from the moon goddess to the king. A priceless g

Christine asked with furrowed eyebrows, trying to understand Kimberly’s sudden question. “Um, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that, it just came out.” She nervously tried to explain after realizing what she had asked. Christine gave her her warm signature smile before replying. “It’s okay to ask, Kim. What would you like to know about Roy?” “I don’t know, anything you tell me would be fine.” Kimberly timidly said, feeling quite embarrassed for sounding like someone who was obsessed with Christine’s husband’s nephew. “Roy is… how do I put it?... Roy is the ruler of our clan.” Christine began.

Kingdom of Riana Reign of King Orrick Levia In the cool of the evening King Orrick, a stunning pale, sturdy, middle aged man with long brown hair and short beards; rode alongside a tall, brown skin Riana Sri through a dense forest. The Sri was muscly just like King Orrick but he had a crew cut with no beards. They rode for a while then halted their horses when they came to an open land of white sand and a blue Ocean stretching as far as the eyes could see.

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

I frowned as I heard his name, reminds of a biblical traitor or whatever. I waited until the room fell silent and I am alone again. I examined the red envelope; the seal is already broken. But I recognized that it was the seal of our kingdom. It has a growling lion in the middle while sword and shield were in the background. And they were surrounded by vines and has several flowers in them, those are roses. The seal is bathe with gold, but the roses were precisely colored as red, almost similar with the color of blood.

Crossing the room, I turned the handle with controlled ease and cracked the door open. A young guy stood there, his grin stretching wide across his face, flashing teeth like a kid who’d just been handed the keys to a Lamborghini. “Good morning, sir,” he greeted first, bright and rehearsed. I took in the details—the hotel’s standard outfit, black cotton shirt tucked into matching trousers. His badge read ROHAN DANIEL. Explained the sharp features. Indian, maybe. My hand slipped into my pocket, my fingers brushing the steel hidden there. My tone stayed even. “Is there a problem?”

Chapter Three; The balcony collision Adrian's POV; The conversation was going great until the princess started making moves on me. Her fingers dragged as she placed them in my hand. I pretended not to understand what she was trying to do, she moved her seat closer until our seats were touching each other. Her gown had a slit cut on her upper thigh. She let her gown freely expose her thighs, I looked up to her face and she gave me a smile. “This is the kind of woman, my mother had selected to be the next queen”

I could practically feel him measuring every word I spoke. Then finally, he asked the question I was expecting first. “Do you know Theo Bellemere?” My pulse stumbled, but my expression barely changed. “I know of him,” I answered carefully. “You’ve never met him?” Henry asked without pressure. “No, sir.” I paused before adding carefully, “I’ve only heard stories.” “Stories?” “The French royal family troubles.” Henry watched me closely, then he asked. “What kind of troubles?” I shrugged lightly. “The kind everyone talks about.”

Carolina started at her, stunned, and then a fraction of fear mixed with rage swarmed through her eyes, and she dashed in her direction, but before she could reach her, everyone gathered closer. A horn blasted, silencing the crowd. "The Royals have arrived!" Rosalie breathed deeply as Prince Cassian Valen stepped onto the dais. He was breathtaking. Clad in white and gold military regalia that emphasized his broad shoulders and royal bloodline, he looked like a god descended to earth. His blonde hair caught the moonlight, and his blue eyes scanned the crowd with a princely grace. Surely the girl who'd be his mate would be so lucky, she thought.