Royal Cut Novels & Stories

I could hear people talking, and through the windows in the doors, I could see a crowd gathering outside. Curious, I headed out into the hall to see what was going on. The crowd had gathered around a bulletin board, and upon closer inspection, I saw that several posters had been put up. I pushed my way forward to get a better look. “ROYAL ALERT,” the posters read. “Missing sapphire brooch; important royal heirloom belonging to the Princess. Please see attached photograph. Anyone who returns the brooch to the King’s Beta will receive an award in the sum of five hundred dollars.”

I placed it gently on the table for Timon to see. He furrowed his brow and reached for it. “Isn’t this yours? Why is it empty?” The hunting knife is made especially for the male members of the royal family. You get handed one as soon as one has their first shift. It must not be lost. It is rarely used unless a hunting festive happens and the largest meat hunted has to get a first cut from the reigning Alpha king. And it's a very rare occasion. Mostly held when there is enough food to go around in the kingdom.

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.

The king was focused to Chief Black at once. "We found this in hidden in the belongings of the crown princess, Your Majesty." Chief Black lifted his hand for everyone to see. I gasped and my throat ran dry when I saw what he was holding. It is a black little bottle with black lid. "And we found out that it indeed contains the deadly extract of the poisonous flower Lily of Morte." I felt like my whole world crumbled into ashes. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt like doom was suddenly in front, standing right before me.

he said, trying on a benevolent tone that didn't fit. We climbed three steps, enough to see faces that would write letters later. Guilders in clean vests. Dockwardens in their practical frowns. A prince of the church with a ring he enjoyed too openly. On the hall's steps, a cluster of Morcant men wearing discipline like perfume. And there, a half step back from importance, Amaury Sel's profile, neat as a ledger, bruise on his jaw half-faded, eel gleaming. The royal cutter's officer, different hat, same spine, took up a position near the swan's banner, armed with paper, and the assumption it would be respected. He clocked us with quick distaste and decided to b

Short blond hair and green eyes. He was the stranger who'd feasted with Alpha Daxton and Beta Mason on the night he was poisoned. As he drew closer to me, I noticed the pendant hanging around his neck. My breath caught in my throat when I recognized it. It was not just a royal accessory. It was the only accessory that differentiated the king from other royal members. A golden moon pendant. A smile curled his lips as he halted in front of me. “Your Majesty," I rasped, lowering my head.

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It looks like a burning brand, but it does not hurt anymore, Valerie said, her fingers lightly tracing the gold rimmed contours of the Royal Mark on the side of her neck. She stared into the floor to ceiling mirror of the sovereign suite, the morning light cutting sharply across her emerald veined dress. I never asked for this mark, Dominic. I wanted my freedom from the packs, not a permanent anchor to their throne.

The palace was alive with frantic energy that evening. Maids in crisp uniforms hurried through the wide hallways carrying fresh linens, silver polish, and towering arrangements of white roses and lilies. Their footsteps echoed off the marble floors as they darted in and out of the grand ballroom, adjusting crystal chandeliers, fluffing velvet drapes, and setting long tables with the finest gold rimmed china. The royal annual ball was one of the biggest events on the calendar, and everything had to be flawless. Gardeners worked outside under strings of lanterns, trimming hedges into perfect shapes while security teams did final sweeps of the grounds.

I said and he shook his head. “The sword of royals is a royal sword, has the blood of all the past Alphas. It is a symbol of royalty, and only a true-blood Alpha can touch it. Or…” His gaze met mine and when it did, my heart skipped a beat. Before he could finish, Ken stepped in. “Come on, it is time.” Ken's voice sounded and when I shifted my gaze to him, he was smirking. However, there was an unknown confidence I could feel.