Royal Descendants Novels & Stories

“He’s from the Cavendish family!” Ruth raised her eyebrows slightly and continued to nod. “Yes, he’s the eldest son of the Cavendish family and inherited the family title.” Pearl’s jaw nearly hit the ground. “The Cavendish dukedom is hereditary, and they share the same bloodline as the royal family. That’s almost like being a prince, right? Then, you’re a princess?” Ruth was amused by Pearl’s expressions. “How did you jump from ‘daughter of a noble’ to ‘princess’?”

the butler asked. “I never got your name?” Prince Deacon held out his hand to shake Emily’s father’s hand already knowing that it was her father. “Alfred Bryon.” her father shook Prince Deacon’s hand. ‘That explains why I mated with Emily,’ Prince Deacon thought, recognizing the surname as a royal surname from the 1800s. “Do you know that you are a descendant of royalty?” Prince Deacon asked, making small talk while Wynn walked around in the living room, studying his surroundings; the blush rose wallpaper, the Victorian furniture, and the ornaments.

Is this for real? I couldn't believe it! I already had a feeling that Luciana is not an ordinary person but this... was not something I expected. Plus the fact that Orion is the crown prince of Rousiana. I can't judge them for not telling me earlier because even I also hid my true identity. But the thing here is, I wasn't born as a royalty and only had the crown princess position temporarily, but them... they are true royal bloods, that is a bigger deal compared to my case!

"What are you talking about, Alphonso! What about the Ladies?!" Clearing his throat, Prince Alphonso didn't give a damn about Archduke Ridge's protest and continues. "I know everyone knows that Archduke Ridge is the son of the first son of our Grandfather. Plus, my father wasn't the first elected heir on the throne, which makes Ridge more suitable, eligible for the title than me. For an unknown reason, I feel like he was born for this inheritance. He was the last member of his family, so it is destiny. Please, carry the country for me and everyone, Ridge."

The pieces of the puzzle were aligning, and it was up to me to decipher their meaning and uncover the hidden truths that lay beneath the surface. The information that had come to light left me in a state of bewilderment. A male with striking green eyes and midnight-dark hair, bearing the same birthmark as mine on his shoulder. The very same mark that had been deemed the mark of the alpha king over generations. It was a symbol of power and lineage, a mark that held immense significance within the royal bloodline. And yet, the irony was palpable — that I, the oft-dismissed prince of the palace, was the one who had inherited this sacred mark.

Hailey's lips twitched and she wanted to deny it even though he truly hadn't been listening to what he said but he didn't even let her talk before he cut in, "We'll, I'll say it again." He began, "The Rothschild family is a complex family and there are a lot of descendants. You must have heard that we are from the ancestral family directly related to the royal family." Hailey nodded gently, recalling that she seemed to have heard about that truly. "Yeah, I heard. What about it?" "It's a big family after all. How do you think it runs?" He continued. "There are there major branches in the family and we all have a lot of members. You just have met some of them in grandfather's birthday that day

He kneeled right in front of him and just like that his father performed the ritual he was very well aware of. “From this day going onwards I announce and proclaim that Prince Neal Caruso is hereby appointed as Duke of Falcon,” the king said. He looked up at him and wondered what made him appoint him so early. His brothers became dukes after they finished school but he wasn’t yet finished. “Come up dear,” he said to Talia who rushed to the front in her own way.

she shrugs, her gaze blankly peering at mem I laugh, “Mother will love meeting you, and trust me, that group of airheaded crown heads will always be there when you need them, they're reliable and loving.” Camilla nods, biting on my lip. “So I'm part Royal now?” “No, you are not part Royal, you're fully royal. Our family genes are stronger than other Royals families, you're exclusively a Royal, you have all the gifts of our family and your one special gift that no one else has.” I explain, my gaze roaming to see wandering eyes, if there's any.

"Not much success. She's pulling all the strings but whoever they are, they have their things properly cleaned up. It's hard to trace them." "There's a chance the royalties are behind this. All royal bloods have this fucken mentality that the crown belongs to them and no one else..." I dragged on my pipe before dropping my hands gently and raising my gaze to Arlan, letting my eyes open up a little bit more. "Deserves to rule. Have someone watch every relative of the previous royal family. The slightest suspicious activity should be reported. If it's inconsequential to this shit going on, kill them off instantly but if it is, have me immediately informed."

Not just him; in fact, all the sons of the Royal have been placed under a curse. The Royal family has been cursed by a powerful witch to die at the age of 30 without finding their true mate during the war between witches and werewolves; it is a curse that has existed in the Royal family for generations now. There is no way to break the curse as the witch who made the curse died in battle and the history about the curse or a way to break it has been wiped off. It has existed up to our 8th generation.