Royal Descendants Novels & Stories

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.

This made them extremely cautious, afraid that they would wake up in the middle of the night with a stake in their chest. Truth to be told, their zero suffer had made the other three Royal clans looking at their family with suspicion. This couple was Hatson Kalev and his wife, Astrid Keryan. They were the leader of the 3rd Royal clan family.

I'm sure they believed we had chosen to be here, too, despite the tension in the air that seemed to be surrounding us. "This year, we are graced with two beings we haven't had in this realm in a very long time. One of Royalty and the other her Guardian." The King winked at me from his throne, and my stomach twisted into knots. The crowd broke out into excited chatter as they looked at Nesrin and then me. "The Princess of Gardenia her self a direct descendent of one of the most powerful bloodlines know to exist in our world." The cheers got louder, and the King laughed wickedly.

This means, even though he is a senior member of the royal family, he cannot take the throne unless his father, his brother, or his brother’s future sons will pass away. The senior members are members of the family who are the direct descendant of the Queen and is straightly connected to the crown and are privileged to ascend the throne someday. They are automatically given titles upon the birth of the oldest son of the reigning monarch. Princess Lany, the Queen’s only daughter was with them too, with her husband and their son. Prince Chervy, the youngest son of the Queen has been present with his wife and two little children. The first and second-degree members or the queen's relatives are

Angelina, the name Maclean, is part of your name because you have been accepted into the royal family. From now onwards, you are a member of the royal family. No one has the power to claim you for him or herself. Angelina, may you receive all the power and glory associated with the name Maclean. You are a royal, so shall all your descendants be. Angelina, because your membership into the royal family is by adoption, you may marry your husband. Now your descendants may ascend onto the gold throne when the need arises. It is an abomination for you and your descendants to think of betraying the royal family. The day you and your descendants would do that, you shall be executed as the rule of th

Royal glanced at me in astonishment. "But why don't I find any similarities between you and your parents?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows. "What do you mean?" she questioned. I stepped towards the entrance and facing the members in the hall, I announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, let me present you the heir of the Royal family. The one to whom the power of attorney truly belongs, Miss Ella Royal." I pulled the door wide open. Everyone got up from their chair in shock. Their eyes bulged, hearing my announcement.

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

“The Prince apparent is Prince Isodore, Duke of Burkhese. You should visit Burkhese. It’s a great place, surrounded by the ocean. If you want to visit a little bit colder than Winterbourn, try Guardion. Guardion snows one hundred days a year.” “Wow. Isn’t it where the Prince is getting engaged?” “Yes. The son of Prince Isodore. If the King passes away, Prince Isodore would be crown as King. His son would be the Prince apparent. And the first requirement is he should get married.” “So, he’s arranged to a princess?” “No. To Lady Kadynce Laudeau. Well, if the rumors are true.” “He’s the only heir?” “Prince—” My phone vibrated. “Excuse me.”

“When Milvan had the vision of you conceiving the successor to the throne, they abandoned the research. But, they did learn enough to know that you and Etheria would possess the same powers since you simultaneously shared a womb.” Mitzie slowly nodded her head as she turned to face Alford. “Do you have any powers? You’re of royal lineage.” “All royal descendants have some powers. They are limited, however, as full powers are only bestowed upon the direct heirs to a throne. With my great-great grandmother being third in the line of succession, our lineage can only perform basics like mind link abilities and some tele….”

Kael was about to strike the kid, but then the king stopped him with a warning glance. “I see you’re as cold as most members in our family, all except for your father …” “Our family? My father? Are you messing with me?” Arth clenched his fist. He tapped his left waist but he seemed to realize his sword hadn’t been with him. “The color of your eyes confirms it all,” the king replied. “You are indeed a direct descendant of my brother, Letholdus Aragon.” “What are all these nonsense things you are saying?” “You have the royal blood of House Aragon, the Chosen Family, Descendants of Glaceus, and Protectors of the North.”