Royal Choas Novels & Stories

Orion nodded and looked at me. "Allow me to formally introduce myself to you, Mistress of Fire. I'm Orion Alexander Esravec III, the crown prince of Rousiana." "And I'm Luciana Louis, His Majesty's only neice and the only princess of Rousiana." My jaw dropped.

“Well, if he was stupid enough to get himself in trouble like this, then he better be dead.” Hiram still had a prejudice against Sol. After all, Sol betrayed them and their company six years ago and pushed Alexandrei to hide until today. CHAOS I was a pioneering invention of their company, CHAOS. CHAOS stood for their names, Carl, Hiram, Alexandrei, Oliver and Solomon. Sol and Alex were the head of the company as the other three supported the company's business venture. And one fateful morning, six years ago, Sol sold CHAOS I to a rival company without explaining it to them.

When he noticed the locals cheering, waving handkerchiefs, and throwing more petals towards the car, he began laughing. "Come on," Ayesha whispered. "Get a little feel of what's about to come your way when you are King." He chuckled and followed her lead. He faced his left and she faced her right. She raised her hand, her face bright as she waved at them. The people were animated. Some reached forward in reverence to touch their hands. There were tears, and laughter, and she could only hope that after all the years under her parents, she would live up to being the queen they deserved.

And that too so easily. "I don't want to regret anything in my life, Alex" She pecked his lips. "Let's get ready fast or else, my princess will kill us," Alex mumbled and took a new parcel to Clara. She was so happy to see a long red gown and he had the same colour tie to match his suit. His efforts always made her special. Both got ready and came down so quickly. Rachel wore a red and black gown which was sweeping the floor and she looked like a Disney princess in real life. She jumped and hugged her mom and dad with a huge grin.

Long tables, made of dark mahogany, were arranged in a circular fashion, each place marked with a flag representing the different regions and royal families. The royals began to arrive, each entrance accompanied by a wave of murmured voices and the subtle click of heels on the marble floor. Their attire was as varied as their personalities, a reflection of the traditions and cultures of their respective regions. The Alpha King of the Northern Region, Janoer, entered first, dressed in a sleek black suit with a fur lined collar, his presence commanding as always. His guards followed closely behind, dressed in uniforms of deep forest green, the emblem of a wolf’s head embroidered on their chest

A war was coming. Tonight was for something else. The Royal Debauchery. The Royal Debauchery is a long standing event which happens only once in the lifeline of any king of the House of the Lycans, it is usually a very lavish celebration, A night where savagery was cloaked in celebration. Where Alphas brought their slaves—men and women—to serve, to entertain, to be used.

He ignored their murmurs of confusion and dissatisfaction, continuing, "But now that glory has arrived—it has appeared once again, because the goddess herself has revealed the last and possibly only royal she has chosen to us—" Royal? Royals are alive? Aren't they a thing of bedtime stories? Wait, don't tell me… Eyes glanced at me in speculation. "I am pleased to introduce to you—the only royal and our Queen, Ioana Blackmoon!" Once again, the crowd detonated like water dropped in hot oil. Exclamations: "She… she's a royal?" "Our Queen?" "The goddess is alive!" "I wonder how she's like." "What about our prince… would he still be the king?"

Philip looked at the big roc curiously and asked, “Do you know the origin of the Lunar Sword?” The big roc shook its head and said, “I don’t know about that, but I do know that its last owner was the emperor of the Chaya Kingdom 10,000 years ago.” Philip said in puzzlement, “Why have I never heard of the Chaya Kingdom?” “Hehe, the Chaya Kingdom was a small country attached to the golden crow royal family that was still around back then. “However, the Chaya Kingdom was quite strange. It didn’t inherit the imprint of the golden crow, but it could survive in the Starfall Continent.

The Wolf Queen stepped forward slowly without fear, her shoes clicking together with her Alpha King's steps towards the center of the troop formation. "Aurelius Dynasty," Chloe greeted, intoning like a CEO who was disappointed to see a dirty new factory facility. "You invited me to drink tea, but from what I see... your drinking place looks like an old dusty ditch."

Our gazes locked onto the royal carriages adorned with flags bearing the unmistakable crest of the Alexander Lycan family, their emblem swaying gently in the breeze as they pinned proudly to the polished frames. As the carriage stopped, the horns began to sound, echoing throughout the whole royal palace. Standing in disciplined formation, my comrades and I exchanged subtle glances, silently ensuring our readiness. From the corner of my eye, movement drew my attention as Alpha King Claudian VI, Luna Queen Rachelle, and their eldest son, Crown Prince Claudian V, stepped gracefully from the carriage. In unison, we drew our swords, the polished blades gleaming as we raised them in salute. As the