Royal Descendants Novels & Stories

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."

“I can’t just leave and let you sacrifice yourself for us, Mother. Demitri will never forgive me if I do that.” “He will not forgive me too if anything will happen to you and your child. And I will also never forgive myself if that happens. You are already a daughter to me, Ophelia, and the child you are bearing is my first grandchild, the heir to the throne. If someone is to be sacrificed, it should be me and not either of you.” “What a dramatic scene this is,” Ren suddenly butt in. I threw a ball of fire to him but he dodged and smirked at me.

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?

On the eve of their marital union, she was found butchered in the Chateau. “Oh my God.” “No one knows what happened, no killer was ever caught or convicted.” “So it could be this Silas guy, it could be someone else?” “No one knows honestly.” “How do you know so much?” She asked me. “I is my families ancestral estate.” I told her. Her eyes went wide as she listened to me. “You’re descendant from royalty?” she asked. “Supposedly from before the French Revolution” “If that’s true, I would take heed and keep your wits about you. Don’t mention it. There are some people around who affiliated with the current royalty, they may think you’re trying to upstage them or take their place.”

I frowned and beckoned her to continue. "He is The Kings, babes! The King himself. The great-grandson of the famous Emperor 'Norton' of the country. The current royal succession to the throne to the current generation. He took over the position four years ago when his father gave up his own to him as the only son he is before he died. He holds the authorities practically and has various ties in and out of the country. He is the owner of "The kings" empire and other few corporations. He is fucking zillionaire." She gave me details like the perfect kings' subjects. My mouth was ajar opened. What the fricking fudge was that?

And when he had about enough, he had the idea of running away again until someone stepped into the situation. "Oh my, you're quite famous around here." This person is dressed with the most expensive white cloth with golden highlights that matches his bright golden hair. And he also had an appearance that is not like any other, he seemed like an angel that was sent from heaven. Not many have this kind of appearance in the whole Empire—there's only one family known that can fit this description, and that is the royal family. "The third Prince is here!" Whispered these women. "G-Greetings your highness!" They all paid respect to the man who stood infront of them. But only one person froze whils

The hybrids’ abilities were not just for show; they were the foundation of their society, their power and strength. The kingdom thrived under the rule of the Alexander family, who were descendants of Delula. However, not all was peaceful within the royal lineage. When King Alexander, the grandfather of Princess Naomi, passed away, the kingdom faced a turning point. Princess Naomi was crowned queen, a decision that did not sit well with her younger brother, Keith Alexander. Keith believed he was more deserving of the throne and resented his sister’s ascension. His ambition and jealousy festered over the years, leading to a tragic betrayal.

Desmond said as he looked wistfully in the direction that Bella and Will had headed. "Don't you want kids of your own?" I asked before I could stop myself. By that point, it seemed that Bradon had already tuned out of the conversation completely. His attention was on something else, as if he couldn't care less what Desmond wanted to do with his personal life. "Not really. They'll just be a problem," Desmond replied. I knew what he was referring to. If he were to have children, they would automatically become heirs to the royal family. Even if Desmond were to step down, as long as he had at least one heir, the royal family could be revived somehow.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

" He said. "But surely i know there are also a lot of descendants from that Emperor or whatever. Why not choose from them? " "You have the perfect DNA resembling those from The great Emperor from the Tang dynasty. You are the perfect heir and they need you to bring back monarchy in this country. " "How did you know i have the perfect DNA resembling his? " "Oh! I snuck into your room and I took your tootbrush for DNA testing. " He explained. I frowned. "That's why my brush went missing! it's you! And why do you people even want to bring back the monarch? I've read from books that the monarchy isn't a very good experience for the people. "