Royal Book Novels & Stories

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

Valery said washing her hands. The Left Guardian walked in and she smiled. This man was a loyal man. She had known him for decades and yet he never betrayed her or the palace. “Oh, hail my Saintess and Mistress!” he praised as he knelt down and crossed his arms. “You may rise,” she said and he did so. “You look more beautiful and refined mistress,” he said and she smiled. “You know how to make me smile all the time Guardian. Why are you here?” “There is an invitation that the royal family sent one month ago and since you are now awake, how should we deal with it? I never gave them a reply.”

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She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

“Christian loves you so much… You know you became his hero…” “I love him too,” Federico told Ava, looking into her eyes. “I can’t begin to tell you how much.” “I know very well what you’re talking about. I feel the same way too.” His hands moved from her waist. “I’m sorry, Ava… For not being around so much. But now… I want you to come with me… I have something to show you,” he said. “They arrived this afternoon.” Ava followed him downstairs to his study where he showed her how he had had all the photographs of Christian copied and reset into four leather-bound albums, each one with the gold crest of the Royal family on the cover.

First, he lets me go after being found on forbidden grounds, and now he is in my room. My gaze falls to the item in his hands, and my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. It’s a lilac hardcover book. The very same one I was about to get from the royal library. Roman waves the book in the air with his brow raised slightly. “This is the book you wanted to get, right?” “Yes, how did you know?” I asked him, and I was certain I dropped it when Caelen harshly pulled me out of the library. “This is my palace; I know everything that goes on around here,” he says before getting to his feet. He closes the distance between us, and the closer he gets, the harder it becomes for me to breathe.

"There is." The royal library was the most beautiful room I had ever stood in, and I refused to waste it being shy. I found the medical wing in minutes. Whole shelves of it. Herbcraft and wolf physiology and poison-lore, spines I had only ever dreamed existed. I pulled one down with hands that weren't quite steady and started reading like the words might be snatched back.

The same chair. Old memories resurfaced. Some of them good. Some of them… not so much. That snapped me back to the present. I reached the unmarked shelf and pulled a single book from it. Dust rose. Good. No one had come for it. Ancient bloodlines. I almost said it out loud. This book was different from the ones outside—names recorded before the Great War. Tracked, watched, and preserved. Written long before anyone in the current royal council was born.

Opening the book, he flips through it until he finds what he is looking for and hands me the book and points at the paragraph ‘The Royal family are a hybrid breed of vampire and werewolf and not to be taken lightly, in numbers they have more power than any being could imagine. They control the werewolves and the vampires with ease and without revealing their true identity unless it is deemed absolutely necessary. Their inner animal is a nightmare alone and impossible to defeat but without killing the Royal family, our kind will never truly be free” “Do they mean the wolves or vampires?” Christian shrugs his shoulders “There is no author of the book, but they see you as a threat Ashley and th