Royal Descendants Novels & Stories

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.”

I was screwing a legit royal. Not just a royal, but A descendant of Pharaoh... Pharaoh... "Uh-huh. She's a direct descendant of Ramses II. I don't know how, but my grams used to tell us stories about our origin. And from the stories, our great, great, greatest grandmother must have been the daughter of Ramses the second." HOLY! FUCKIN'! SMOKES! "You're are of royal blood," I noted the obvious, "Unfortunately."

"What is this?" I asked Landon when he brought me to an old manor somewhere in north Manchester. Right after he had killed Maximilian, he killed his two wives and Maximilian's people were killed by Henry and Landon's other men. We left the place shortly. Then the day after, Landon brought me in this place with me having no idea what business are we going to do in this place. "Your ancestor's manor. This is owned by Elena Ross, the mother of Elizabeth," Landon replied.

The first thing Azraiel notices about the wolf is the red eyes staring right back at him. His heart skips a beat when he notices the colour of the thick fur on the wolf’s body. BLACK Black as in…royal…royal…which means a direct descendant of the Royals… But… The Royal family died 23 years ago… How could… Charlotte…is a Royal… The King’s daughter? Or another mutation as a result of the tragedy that happened to the Black Onyx Pack?

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.

“I had been curious about Gemma’s aura since I first met her. And after much research, I have found the reasons for it. Gemma Anne Foster is not only a Finder, but our research has proved that she is also royalty.” There was sudden pandemonium when everyone started whispering their thoughts. Suddenly an alpha stepped forward. “The royal line was killed out centuries ago.” Arcus roared and instant silence fell while everyone stared at him in amazement and fear. “My brother’s line was thought to have died out, but Gemma is a descendant of the royal line.”