Royal Descendants Novels & Stories

I looked at him in amazement, and Kral, with a nonchalant look on his face, looked down at the lake. "Yes, but children have always been a problem in the royal family. The King and Queen might have many children," he said quietly. "But at some point, only children with golden pupils could inherit the throne." "The elder William has golden pupils, too." My voice trailed off as I mentioned the name. The golden pupils have two meanings. One is the golden color of the eye. The more pure the royal blood is, the more intense the golden pupil will be. But there is a second meaning. It's the blood power of the golden pupil that matters."

“Except for that traitor. My grandfather actually met him when he was young. It was at a time when Mr. Clinton was experiencing a family economic crisis and had a lot of debt. Therefore, his grandfather helped him voluntarily and adopted him as an adopted son because of his friendly attitude. But since I'm the only one left out in this lineage, maybe this is the reason why he betrayed himself because he felt that he wasn't considered.” "Oh, I see." Charlotte took it seriously. According to the genealogy of the royal family, the actual descendants of the Godnation kingdom are not as many as other kingdoms. Because since the first king, the offspring produced are only a maximum of three childr

"And you're one of them?" "As you can see what happened after the war, most of the old royalties are back to rule their former empires. Europe is now ruled by the House of Hanover, the House of Hapsburg, and the House of Bernadotte. Royalties feel entitled to rule the world. It's been that way since the beginning of time if you haven't noticed. They believe they were the direct descendants of the superior race. Think about it. If they were just normal humans, what gave them the power to control others?"

The reason behind this tradition is that only the children born out of the royal union are blessed with the powers of the royal bloodline and have distinctive white hair, just like mine. However, if a royal bloodline member has a child with someone outside who is not his or her mate, that child will not possess the royal blood and will not have the same powers as the royals. This is a fact that's been proven time and time again throughout our history. My grandfather had a child out of wedlock before meeting his mate. Unfortunately, that child didn't possess the blood of the Royals despite being the first child. That child happened to be my uncle Rocco, who grew up resenting my father for ste

Just like the royal family, but with only one of each generation being born to wield magic and as the only girl of the family, I was born with it. You might wonder why me and not my brother Caspian. I was born with a unique trait, Sapphire eyes, and I’m also a direct descendant of the Count himself, Count Vladimir Dracula. Anyone might think the Royal Family should be the descendants of the Count, but they’re not; it’s us. So why am I a direct descendant and not the king? That’s because I have eyes that look like rocks. Mother used to say I have diamonds as eyes that earned me the Diamond of the kingdoms?

“I guess you could call it that.” “They might not be his.” “That’s what Linc said.” “I know, he was the one who told me.” “What do you think?” I wanted to know if she believed it. If she thought he had children. “I would prefer them not to be his. Throughout the line of royalty, a pure blood has been the one to take over. A descendant of both the King and Queen.” “And now?” “I’m guessing that will be up to the King.” “It’s all such a mess.” I mutter

He was the son of the king, not by birth but by marriage. His mother, Racheal, was nowhere to be found. Amilek's hands rested awkwardly for a moment before he adjusted them, folding them together, then separating them again. His gaze flickered. From Helena, still and composed. To Jazell, unmoving and cold. To Leah, quiet but distant. And then Tamina, she was calm in a way that felt almost unsettling. The rest of the royal family arrived later, and soon every single chair at the table was occupied except for two.

"My name is Jackson Huang, the direct descendant of the first Huanglong dragon and relative to The Cursed Royals. Glad to have finally met my match." The two pierced each other with ice-cold glares. The way Jackson carried himself around a room and towards another person pointed towards royalty. Radyn groaned at himself mentally, wondering how he didn't figure it out earlier. He spoke smoothly with the manners of a leader but the passion of a fighter.

"If you've read the history books, you already know the origins of our king." "Then... are there any direct descendants still alive?" "No. They were all killed." "What if one survived?" Vincent crossed his arms. "Why do you ask that?" "Just curious." "Oh, Deli..." Vincent ran a hand through his hair. "If a direct descendant were alive, he or she would be executed. I don't know why, but all royal wolves follow this rule without question." So it was true—my mother had been hunted. Did that mean that she was a descendant of the old king? But who?

Within seconds, the ruined bar emptied until only a handful of us remained. Me. Silas. Kael. Darius. Seraphine. And the crushing weight of another nightmare. I looked directly at Seraphine. “Start explaining before I lose my mind.” Her gray eyes stayed calm. “The Crown bloodline maintains authority over dormant royal descendants.” I blinked slowly. “Dormant royal descendants.” Darius answered instead. “Your mother’s side.” The world tilted. “What?” Silas turned sharply toward him. “You knew her lineage?” Darius remained irritatingly calm.