Royal Chaos Novels & Stories

I stand up and point at the book; "This book... it has every detail of each one of your secretive works. Scandalous work you've done━with proof." Silence spread in the hall, and I continue, "Tax violations. Raiding houses. Spreading misinformation. Making a fool out of the king. Making a mockery out of the royal family--" "What do you expect to do with this?" Duke Tyler speaks up. His eyes show no shock or reaction. "If you want to become the next Queen, keep in mind that you want our support. What can you achieve without us?"

And for the first time, I really fucking looked at him. Black fur. Pure fucking black. My attention snapped to his eyes. Golden. Bright, unmistakable golden eyes stared back at me. Something inside me went completely still. What the fuck? “Damian.” Bruce had noticed it too. Of course he had. Black fur. Golden eyes. There were characteristics certain bloodlines carried. Traits that could appear throughout generations and occasionally surprise the hell out of everyone. But those two together? No. Black fur and golden eyes belonged to Royal wolves. They were the physical mark of our bloodline.

Chase's POV Royal blushed, her cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink. She glanced at me, her eyes widening in surprise. "Alpha, I... I've never really thought about it," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. I chuckled softly, finding her innocent response endearing. "Well, it's quite a thrilling experience, Royal. The adrenaline, the secrecy... it adds an extra layer of excitement to our intimate moments. Of course, if you're not comfortable with the idea, we can explore other options."

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Their rich oil deposits and rare Earth minerals had probably had something to do with England’s acquiescence. She held her breath as the prince came into sight, battling the latest surge of nerves. Her first sight of him wasn’t the professional evaluation it should be. Instead, she noticed his lean, toned physique displayed by the tight white tank top he wore. It wasn’t what she would’ve expected from a Prince, but she couldn’t argue that it certainly highlighted how muscular his arms were—which reminded her that she was there to work, not ogle the Prince.

The person who could rouse this much visceral terror was none other than the Royal vampire who owned Club Eternal. Among the few surviving Royals that currently resided in our human realm, he was widely known to have the best temperament. Calm, controlled, even reasonable by their standards. That is, until he was crossed. When angered, he became the most vicious and merciless of them all. A silent storm that left nothing but devastation in its wake. Very few dared to cross a Royal, but even fewer dared to cross him.

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.

Stopping dead, momentarily, when he finally saw that Lord Easton and another of the household servants were standing in the doorway watching him. Within those few seconds, he seemed to be trying to collect and present a new sense of composure with any shred of dignity he believed he may have left. However, this failed before it began, and it looked more awkward and clunky than the rumoured grace of the Peacock Clan. What had been witnessed was not graceful but disgusting contempt and behaviour unbecoming of a royal, especially not one attempting to court the Raven princesses. 'This is one way to be assured that there is no longer unnecessary competition for the princesses. A reason for Chait

“That's very nice of you, Christian. Your momma will be so happy when you give these to her.” “Christian!” I heard a middle aged lady running out from the pack house and coming to us. Her eyes widened when they landed on me and then she scowled at Christian Jr. “Royal Beta Christian, I'm so sorry for the disturbance. Chris can be a little proactive and find his way out of my sight real quickly.” She looked frightened. I don't blame her. Most people react that way in the presence of the Royal Beta and the Royal Alpha King.

I might not check in with my mother for a day or two, but Maria is always calling me daily, wanting to know about my day-to-day habits and if there's a reason why I've given up on God. I haven't given up on the big old guy. There are just some connection problems that have gotten in the way. Maria is a protestant, and she has raised me to be deeply religious, while my royal family is Catholic, and they attend church like a lone sheep lost on its way home, departed from the herd. They are good at covering it up, though. They would pretend to be deeply religious like the godforsaken animals we all are whenever it comes to our attention. Especially if it's going on air to be broadcasted on the