Royal Cut Novels & Stories

“You really are stupid sometimes, sister! I thought you had more sense than trying something like this” I rub my eyes and sit up staring at him, my top was soaked in blood, the blade next to me on the bed as Lucian wipes my blood from his hands and shakes his head. “How… how am I alive?” He rolls his eyes at me and tuts. “There is only one way to kill a Royal, you must behead them. A blade to the heart is just a temporary death. Never quite gone. A mistake many have made over the years.”

She taunted, "Andrew, the outcome is already decided. Why struggle so pointlessly? Looking for hidden treasure? Aren't you afraid you'll just turn your waste into complete garbage?" Turning to the cutter, Andrew said, "Sir, just cut boldly. If it's ruined, it's on me, not you." "Well, it's time to show everyone what's inside my stone. Since he wants to fight to the bitter end, I'll make him regret it," Aspen stated. The cutter cut open her stone, revealing a brilliant gem with a soft violet hue. Someone in the crowd gasped. "Oh my God, could that be the legendary Royal Violet Crystal? That's incredibly rare!"

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.

Royal Wedding Micah sat in front of the dressing mirror, her swollen eyes covered with makeup, her brown hazel eyes drained of life, and her face masked with contour. Her long black hair was brushed and styled into a sophisticated low bun; a hairpin, which extended as a veil, concealed her face but was transparent and easy for the eyes to peer through. Micah was wearing a white gown with red color tints at the bottom of the dress. Heavy necklaces rested on her chest like a burden, and a black diamond earring dangled on both sides of her ears.

He turns his attention back to Trinity and slaps my hand away from her, before sliding his thumb over the area where the deep cut had been. He instantly realizes what I’m referring to and snaps his eyes back up to me and gasps, “The cut. It is gone.” In a daze, I nod. My head instantly fills with possible reasons, but nothing makes any sense. Not one. I’ve never heard of royal blood healing anyone this quick. Not even when we use it on other royals or a lycan does it work this fast. For royals, it often takes anywhere between 15 minutes to close to an hour, depending on how bad it is. For other lycans, it would usually take a few hours.

I exclaim. “Yes. Completely serious.” Rose pauses with a small sigh. “I have a birthmark,” Rose shows me the little crown on the side of her right wrist. “This mark is what is known in shifter prophecy as the mark of the Royal Mother. Centuries ago, there was a great shifter war and during it, the werewolf royal line was killed off. A few hundred years later, seers around the world foretold of a strong and powerful Alpha that would be mated to a human female who bears the royal mark. She would be known as the Womb of Royalty and together with her fated Alpha, birth the new royal line. Their children, the new royals, would bring light and peace to the shifter world.

"Your Highness! You forgot this." Madin had seized a silver tiara that symbolized the royal consort. The tiara was shaped like small-crystalline vines. Crystals decorated the tiara in the shape of leaves. In the middle of the tiara was an extinct sunstone, which shone in a golden glow despite its status. Sidistir grabbed the tiara and looked satisfied at it. His consort would undoubtedly look handsome in it. Akana may look peculiar, but he was no doubt beautiful to look at. Although he seemed strangely unaware of it...

Because royal guards never interrupted council sessions. Never. Unless something extraordinary had happened. The guard dropped to one knee. "Your Majesty." King Alaric frowned. "What is it?" The guard swallowed. Then lifted a sealed scroll. My heart stopped. The seal was unmistakable. Silver wax. Golden markings. The official crest of Crescent. The room erupted. Nobles shot to their feet. Generals exchanged shocked looks. Pack leaders began whispering. Moonstone. Crescent. After everything that had happened after years of tensiona diplomatic seal had arrived.

"Will you recognize the scent once you’re near this ass?" "Yes alpha, I won't forget that scent as easily!" he said, while looking down avoiding my eyes at all costs. I handed him the invite with an evil smile. I will find that soulless demon and kill that creature myself before tearing it to pieces to send out a message! "Get ready, we will be leaving at six sharp! Please wear a tux as the council will be there to monitor the function!" "Nick, do you think that this vampire might be a royal?"

The room burst into laughter. “My name is Princess Alvarez. I’m the vice president of this esteemed institution, and it’s an honor to be here. You may be wondering why I’m standing before you today. Well, it’s tradition here at Royalty College for upperclassmen to welcome the freshmen and guide them through what they need to know about the school—and a few other things too. “So without wasting much time, let me tell you about the five clubs we have. You’ll be choosing the one that suits you best. But be warned—some clubs are selective. You’ll have to pass a screening to get in.