Royal Book Novels & Stories

Kylan kept the conversation light, pointing out small details about the architecture and the history carved into the walls. When we stepped into the royal library, I stopped in the doorway. Three floors of shelves stretched upward, filled with more books than I had ever seen in my life. Ladders on wheels lined the walls. Sunlight poured through tall windows, catching dust motes in the air. “This is incredible,” I whispered. Kylan led me to the first row. “Historical records are here. Ancient pack treaties, wars, bloodlines. Over there are the poetry and romance sections. You seem like someone who enjoys both.”

She carried several leather-bound books, her arms wrapped around them protectively as she approached my desk. "Little luna," I greeted her, rising to take the books from her. Their weight surprised me—she must have been carrying them for some distance. "Did you enjoy the library?" "It was incredible," she replied, her eyes brightening. "I've never seen so many books in one place. The royal librarian was extremely helpful once she got over her shock that the new Queen wanted access to legal texts instead of romances." I set the books on my desk, noting the ancient spines with titles referencing pack law and royal decrees. "You found what you were looking for, I see."

Dust clung to the spines of books that looked older than the kingdom itself. ‎ ‎“This,” the king said, sweeping his hand with a flourish, “is the Royal Archives. Every record, every tale, every truth of this world is stored here. Generations of kings guarded this place, ensuring the knowledge of the past would never be forgotten.” ‎ ‎My eyes wandered until they landed on a small snow globe resting on a pedestal, out of place among the heavy grimoires and maps. Inside, two wolves leapt and tumbled through frozen flakes, forever locked in play.

“So, you read the books. The history of the royals?” “It wasn’t just history,” I replied, my tone sharp. “It was a twisted tale of manipulation and betrayal, century after century. And I want to know where I fit into all of this. Are you trying to protect me from the royals? Because if you think you can hide my existence from them for long, you’re delusional. So tell me, what do you really want?” He studied me for a moment, his eyes betraying nothing. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “There is one crucial detail those books didn’t mention,” he said after a long pause.

what's his deal? "It's okay, Sir Angelo. The whole royal family is aware," Prince Keith said from the inside of the room. He glared at me for a solid 15 seconds before moving out of the way. "Keep your hands to yourself," He whispered at me. Princess Ruthy's room was even bigger than Prince Keith's. She had a nice king-sized bed with a rose-colored bedding and white covers. She had a beige double-door wardrobe and a marble bathroom. On the other side of the room, she had two tall shelves filled with books and photo albums.

I took a glanced on the wall and saw it was already 11 in the evening. In Westbledon, the Queen Mother was so worried together with all the servants. "Your Majesty, his majesty ordered me to get the books on the rules of royal marriages at the Grand Bibleotico after we return from the Grand Palace. That was the last time I saw his majesty. Forgive me your majesty." My secretary was explaining and apologizing to the Queen Mother. "Have you already searched the King's Palace he might go there." The Queen Mother asked. "Yes your majesty. But the His Majesty The Crown Prince is not their your Majesty." Her secretary answered.

"It’s a treasure used to transmit information. Only those who work closely with the King and Queen are eligible to possess it. If there’s an urgent message, the book will shake on its own. You can open it and see for yourself—His Majesty left a message for you inside." Leon stood frozen, his fingers hesitating as they reached toward the book. He was uncertain, unsure whether he wanted to know the contents of what was inside. "Go ahead, open it," Iris gently urged. "Maybe this is the true answer you’ve been looking for." Iris had already left, her words—"This is the true answer"—lingering in Leon’s mind, filled with confusion. He sat in the center of the room, his fingers tracing the smooth c

A deep cruel voice asked from the shadow of the darkness. "Yes, they all are." "Good, this is good news indeed." The evil voice then faded just as it had swiftly come with the culprit, leaving to go celebrate. After all, this was a great achievement indeed…the successful royal assassination...of an entire Supreme Royal family dynasty. ~ As soon as silence befell the place, Queen Sophia immediately opened her eyes. Rousing from her fake pretense of playing dead and lifeless,

“I guess the Queen didn’t bother to tell you that was the reason she never found her mate.” “But the King is her mate.” “No another royal flaw.” she giggled. “You see most royal women are auctioned off to the house, you either become Queen or a Princess.” “But I thought my baby is his, so he's my mate!” I growled wanting to grab at her but I couldn’t move. “And the claws I had claws.” “No that was all smoke and mirrors, you see Marcus knows a lot about the area, so it was easy to make things seem like it happened but you’ve been fooled.”

Now all Akana wanted was for him to close it. "I wear the royal title Rial Cariad. Royal consort. This makes me royal. I thought priests of Aevitism learn some general knowledge? Or are you trying to say that Eitir doesn't have the status required to have royalty?" The silence laid thick in the room, and as no one had anything to utter, Akana continued.