Royal Cut Novels & Stories

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

“I promise to keep the kingdom safe in the absence and presence of the king and queen for as long as I shall rule, ‘’ I said and as he repeated after me, I cut into his palm, deep enough to bleed. After cutting into his palm, he stood up and faced the crowd. “I present to you our new head warrior of the werewolf kingdom!” I yelled and everyone cheered him up while I smiled. Then he walked to his seat. Next is Axel and the door was opened and he walked in with his royal robe, which is a black trouser with a gold robe over it. The robe is trailing over his back, but it’s not extravagantly long and he is carrying Ria because she is also going to be crowned. I wondered if Anastacia was seeing th

“We can’t leave you like this, Violet. Cecil, get the royal vial.” My eyes widened at the mention of the medicine they wanted to use on me. I shook my head in disagreement, but it wasn’t like it was heard. The royal vial was a rare medicine that was created for the royal families centuries ago. It was a special medicine that healed a wound faster than our wolves could, and even if found, it cost a fortune. Why did they want to use it on me when it could be kept away for actual emergencies? “The wound will heal on its own, seriously…”

“And do you swear to respect every member of this community, to listen when needed, to be compassionate when necessary, and firm when required.” “I swear.” The Royal Celerant lifted the crown. Royal blue crystals reflected with ambient light, shimmering like frozen moonlight. Silver filigree twisted through the design, ancient symbols etched into every angle. It was heavy, majestic, unmistakably crafted for an Alpha King. “Then by the power vested in my as Royal Celerant, I crown you… Alpha Damian Blake, ALPHA KING OF KRIDENSYA.” He pleaded the crown gently on Damian’s head. Damian rose gently, slowly, powerful, regal.

Agape. "It was made of gold. It's so shiny and I never saw any card like that. It's far more exquisite than Dubai First Royale. It has a name engraved on it: Royalty Card. It was like traced by melted diamond. I don't know. My hands feel like it turned into gold when I hold it." As far as I want to elaborate it more, I can't find any perfect word to describe it. I want to have something like that too. That bitch is surely filthy rich! Proven by her harp with too many diamonds. Tsk.

he asked his official council. “I am afraid not, Your Serene Highness,” the senior official answered soberly. “The coronation plans are still in place but it makes things rather difficult.” He had no time for someone stating the obvious. Federico knew what was at stake here. The security of his own country and the continuation of the Altavilla e Portanova dynasty. The Royal Star diamond was part of the biggest unique red diamond ever existed that had been cut in two, as a way to punish a royal family torn apart by foolish pride and its lust for power. It was also the icon of the Royal House of Altavilla e Portanova.

“That rule applies to all but the royal family. Whatever you do, be kind to them.” I gave Nicholas a look, hoping to indicate that I would never be unkind to anyone. He offered a small smile in exchange. He knew that. But he wanted to warn me. I nodded, understanding. Zale continued to speak, “You will know who is of royal blood because only the royals are permitted to wear crowns.” “The larger the crown, the more important the royal,” Nicholas whispered to me. I nodded, grateful for the tip. “Now,” Zale continued. “If you are ready…?”

“But I'm not sure how this all relates.” “It means, my dear child, that your father is of royal blood,” Carlo explained, his eyes lighting up. “With his lineage, not only is he royal blood, but he can be knighted for his ancestor's battle bravery. If your father becomes a Knight of Orsino, and you are his next of kin, then you are no longer considered common blood. Far from it.” Sabrina's knees went weak and she held onto Marco for support. “You mean...” she whispered.

He ordered. The prince is...." 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 wit

Chapter Ten Even the admonishment to herself that she shouldn’t consider the royal palace home couldn’t make it feel less like she was returning after a long absence to a welcome homecoming. The royal family had gathered to greet them, though she didn’t fool herself into believing that they were there for her. She was simply an accessory trailing behind the prince, but she was okay with that. Having them greet her in any other, more familiar way would mean they had realized there was something more to their relationship.