Royal Choas Novels & Stories

From a noble lady and future Luna of my small clan to a commoner slave maid, working the farm yards of the royal family. THE ROYALS, they are called, a strange concept, there is nothing like an Alpha but rather a king and a queen with several ministers ruling a kingdom. Unlike in LUPARIA where the Alpha is accessible and easily seen, here it is impossible to sight a royal and it is considered lucky to lay your eyes on one.

The herald's voice rang out as the doors swung open: "Their Majesties, Alpha King Lukas Volkov and Alpha Queen Amelia Volkov!" The ballroom fell silent, hundreds of eyes turning toward us as we entered. The space had been transformed—crystal chandeliers casting prismatic light across polished floors, silver and gold draperies adorning marble columns, flowers in our royal colors arranged in towering displays. At the far end, musicians waited on a raised platform, their instruments poised for our signal.

" 50 crores two " " 50 crores three " " The 100 years preserved royal crown now belongs to Mr. Xavier Night." The host exclaimed with a big fat smile lingering on his lips. A man wearing a Armani royal black suit with shining black leather shoes, a Rolex watch strapped on his wrist walked towards the stage with his long legs. Everyone could sense the superiority that surrounded him. He is none other than Xavier Night, the heir of the Night empire.

Ella glanced between the two with confused eyes. Trix caught and quickly said, "To finish our very important conversation." She ended it with a smile and immediately regretted it. Tristan didn't smile at all. "When and where," Tristan asked. Trix mentally tapped herself on the back. "The royal ball, the Queen is celebrating the return of her first born Eaton," Trix suddenly answered. 'Who the heck is Eaton?' Ella relaxed a fraction. "There is a third prince," She asked genuinely intrigued. Trix nodded her head furiously.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please, welcome, the arrival of His Royal Highness, Prince of Burkese, Duke of Winterbourn, Prince Isodore. Her Royal Highness, Duchess of Burkese, Princess Aimrose.” With respect, the guests stepped aside for the arrival of the Prince and Princess. They looked regal. The Prince was in a sharp dress in a royal uniform with his medals of honor pinned on his chest with Royal Family Order sash over his shoulder. The Princess was drop-dead gorgeous, making me starstruck in her black floor-length gown. I followed when everyone applauded as the Prince and Princess were about to pass by the isle. I was so drawn that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Something about her aura

His tail surrounded me in a protective stance. “So it’s you,” Ren spoke with a sly smile on his face. “The famous Crown Princess of Solterra, the only one alive who can summon a fire dragon. The mistress of fire. Now I see where those rumors came from. You have an incomparable beauty indeed.” “Ren Lancaster,” I uttered his name with disgust. “Right.” He nodded. “I am Ren Lancaster, the king of Frostville and will soon be the king of all kingdoms. And you…” He smirked and advanced a step. “Shall be mine.”

" Prince Percy shut the announcer as he walked into the Royal castle of the Andersons. The royal castle is a 5-storey building that covers 13 acres. The castle has fifty rooms that include the royal ballroom, the meeting room for the king and ministers of the kingdom, the king's palace, a royal mall, royal dining, The royal rooms, the throne room, The king's office, the queen's room, and the royal emergency hospital. Percy ignored the royal bodyguards that followed him into the personal elevator made for the royals. He was there for a purpose and with the way he rushed out of the elevator when he got to the third floor, one would think he had come for a fight with the king. "The prince is...

Stacy finally reached the destination. She paid the cab and as soon as she turned around, her breath hitched. The royal hotel certainly lived up to its name. The hotel reached the sky as its glass windows glittered in the moonlight. Inside of the hotel lit with golden lights giving it a royal vibe. There was tight security and she saw many armed men standing surrounding the building. She had never been to any royal suits before. But it seemed very unusual to have this many armed men.

“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.”

I must come up with a plan immediately. *** The hall was in no time filled with people, the news and the social media platforms were all buzzing with gist about the Grand gala, it has been the talk of the town and now it's really here. The entrance was crowded with people. The royal car was the last to arrive, we were the highlight of the gala. Stealing attention from all the attendees present, everyone bowed on our entry. “Announcing King Alaric and his wife Queen Isabella” The host introduced. The spotlight turned to my parents as they walked in side by side.