Royal Blood Little Monster Novels & Stories

I couldn’t keep up the headlines. “It’s trending on Twitter, every social media, gossip sites, morning talk shows. Everywhere.” He showed me on the iPad, swiping every page. They were all the same. "They call her A Royal Wrecker. Hashtag #RoyalWreckerBitch. My apology for the word, Your Highness.” I grabbed the remote from Marko, turning the volume loud. My heart sunk. My skin went cold as ice.

"But I think that would be a falsehood. I am a monster." Alcina rears back, but Brendan only lifts Alcina's hand to his smiling lips. "But I do not mind being a monster if the creature I am guarding is so pretty." 'Like the dragons of lore, who guarded their precious cargo of princesses in their ivory towers.' Alcina, disgruntled, huffs. "Between the two of us, I thought I was the dragon." Brendan is overcome with laughter, then impossibly fond. "That you are," he murmurs, sounding indulgent and adoring. "My little dragon."

Rico was shocked and confuse as he look at Geuron’s closed eyes and furrowed brows. “What’s going on?” Niffa ask as she watch. It was a monster, a long dragon-like monster that was awaken after years of being asleep. A bluish scale surrounded the upper part of the monster, large fangs and a face like a dragon. Geuron can sense blood as he saw them running away from the monster. Geuron saw Rico jumped to attack the monster as the rest run away. He saw Rico being swallowed by the creature. “No!” Geuron suddenly shouted and push Rico away.

Jasmine "We all are monsters," Rei replied. "It’s how we live another day and how we can live with ourselves when we finally sleep. You’re not unaccustomed to monsters. You’ve lived with one for most of your life.” Reinaldo laid his arm on the top of the booth behind me. “I’ve been thinking about last night.” Warmth filled my cheeks as I released the stem of my glass. “Me too.” “Now that we’ve been formally introduced, I’d like to get to know you better.”

Busted. I stared at my phone, suddenly wondering if I had gone too far. He looked… annoyed. Just as I hesitated, a new message popped up from Liam. It was a sticker—a cartoon puppy in a yellow hat, eagerly nodding over a water bowl, and above its head were two bold words: "Mm-hmm!" I froze. A bold thought suddenly struck me— was Liam seriously searching for a cute sticker to send me just now? The very next message confirmed my suspicion.

After testing, my IQ came back at 200, twice the average. My mother was over the moon. She hired top tutors and swore she would raise me into someone extraordinary. Ophelia even gave me her favorite doll, saying she was proud to have a genius brother like me. The very next day, I threw up all over it. That was also when everything went wrong. I got hit with a sudden illness. My hands started spasming, and I couldn't even hold a pen anymore. The comments flooded the screen. [What the hell is wrong with him? That doll was their dad's keepsake. Ophelia wouldn't even touch it herself, and he just threw up on it?]

“I’m sure Mom wasn’t thrilled about lending it to you, considering.” Honestly, it feels like it’s slicing into my neck and when I catch a glimpse of myself in one of the many mirrors mounted on the walls surrounding us, all I can think of is Bluebeard and the gift he made of the ruby choker to his young wife. What it foreshadowed. Cielo watches me shudder. He shakes his head. “Don’t embarrass me tonight, Tina.” “Embarrass you?” “With him. I know you’re looking for him. I’m not stupid.”

I had to fight with LD for him to release me. So, LD is an original true-blooded royal Bampire. He had an inner sex monster that he lost control of that day because of my blood. I somehow cut my leg with one of the icicles leaves, walking, and my blood started running down my ankle, which triggered his sex monster to rise from the depths of his inner body. When he tackled and bit me, I was able to escape him. I ran and ran till I reached the mansion and locked myself away. I was so confused about what had just happened to me. I kept asking myself why LD would do that to me. He made me think he was different and unique; I was telling myself at that moment. Crying, not wanting to leave my room

Mary hums, pulling my finger to Aurora’s lips, letting it brush over the lower bottom of her perfect mouth before making my finger drag a trail of blood on the inside of her lips, grazing her gums and teeth. “What is this doing?” I ask, confused and holding my whimpering wolf. “It’s the blood of a royal,” she says, as if I am supposed to know what that means. “With the blue moon out, you’re so much stronger, and that means you might be able to hone some healing qualities.”

The crown hummed a lullaby in Romanian, Welsh, German, Japanese, and cabbage-scented love. Celeste Valentina Morua—14-year-old white-blonde Blood Wizard, Level 1, Crown equipped