Royal Consort Novels & Stories

Aside from that, they also decided to become at peace with everyone and the werewolves. Everyone lived peacefully in their own dimensions two thousand years ago until today. And I'm happy that two vampires actually made it to my coronation, even if I don't think I invited them. "Thank you very much for your appreciation. What's the token?" I asked and glanced at their bodies. I don't think they're holding the token. "Well, the token is no other than my son, Prince Hendrix." Huh? "Please make him your consort, queen Alora." A consort? Out of the blue?

“And I don't want to discourage you, but there's something else you need to understand. A mate bond between royals is much stronger than the bond experienced by ordinary werewolves.” I frowned. “How much stronger?” There was a suspicious pause. “Potentially ten times stronger.” I nearly stopped walking. “Ha! Hmm... There's a tiny problem with that theory, Kira.” “What?” “He's royal. I'm not.” Silence. I waited. Nothing. “Kira?” Still nothing. I narrowed my eyes. “I'm nothing more than an average girl with a wolf. So why the hell would the bond be ten times stronger on my side?” Nothing.

"But he has a lover here and there? I don't think that's right even if you're royalty." "Geez, you're very ignorant. It's common for royalty to have many affairs since they're strengthening their connections to have greater and solid supporters. That's their way of gaining more power and it's nothing new." The imperial knights just shook their heads as they follow the Prince to guard him along with his lover within the woman's residence.

Before I could speak, another council member added, “But there is one matter that must be addressed. No Alpha King rules alone. A partner must stand beside you—a Prince Consort.” I froze. The words struck me harder than the first. A consort. A male partner. Someone to stand with me as I ruled in Cassius’ name. My throat tightened. “My father is still alive,” I said quickly. “How can I take another man beside me when he still breathes besides I’m just acting and not a real king?” They exchanged glances, murmurs filling the chamber. Finally, the councilor spoke again. “It is tradition. An Alpha King cannot rule without a mate at his side. In your case, a man. Until His Majesty returns, you mus

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.

After almost a minute, a single leg steps inside, for a moment before the person appear. She stood by the door for a minute, head hell high, as her gaze travel directly to one person. She then started walking directly towards where the royals are sitting down. She majestically walk with grace and power. Her head is held high like a true Queen, looking directly at one person with lips curve to a smile. She wore a simple Ankara gown with a rose gold color Alkaybba which is following her at least 5 meters behind. Five maids by either of her sides follows behind also dressed in a marching attire.

He had driven the North Moana Army away and convinced the civil and military officials with his great ability. Darryl did not refuse their toast. He emptied his glass every time they filled it. After a while, he got a little drunk, and that had helped to put his troubles aside temporarily. "Your Majesty!" Stanley stood up. He was a little tipsy when he said to the Empress, "Your Majesty, the Prince Consort is very capable. He helped us to defeat the North Moana Army today. We admire such peerless talent! He is a perfect match with Her Highness. May I suggest setting their wedding date today at this banquet? Let's make it a double celebration!"

I waited for him to go on. “The consort eventually disappeared, driven out of the palace by the Queen. It wasn’t discovered by the King that the consort was actually pregnant at the time until years later.” “How did he find out?” I asked. “The Prophet,” Damian said. “She claimed that the King had a daughter out there somewhere, the only biological heir to the kingdom. The King had had several consorts over the years, but the timeline from the Prophet’s story matched up with the consort who left.” Damian’s eyes then drifted up to my hair, and one corner of his mouth tugged upward. “It’s said that the consort had beautiful, long dark hair. Curly. Yours isn’t far off, you know.”

“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

And when she asked him again, his answer didn't change. "You are to be my Consort." A consort. His f**king Consort. Athena bit the insides of her cheeks and almost drew blood from it. With the contract already established between them, Athena didn't have any way out without facing a heavy price in trying to disobey the contract binded with magic. "What do you think of this dress, Consort?" Agatha, the maid who Alexander found to see through all her needs while staying in his house excitedly asked Athena didn't like being called 'Consort' but after staying in the mansion for two weeks and hearing that blasted word everyday, she could only force a smile and wish she could stab Alexander in the