Royal Descendants Novels & Stories

Although the New World Royals were descendants of the fiends, but they generally kept to their own position and drew a very clear line with the fiends. For the record, when Lord Kenny Bred colluded with Skylar Blanc in the past, it started off perfectly but ended in disaster. Her Majesty ought to learn her lesson from a mistake committed by her predecessor, so why was she so adamant on repeating it again?

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.

My thumb was forgotten when the piece ‘stood up straight’ and made a holographic image of me before listing all the attributes that I have: Name: Unknown Origin: Unknown Age: 18 Height: 5’4 Hair: Black Eyes: Combination of orange, red and amber Blood: Pure Royal Position: Royal Princess/Rightful heir to the throne Parents: King Aragon and Queen Valencia Siblings: None Location: Unknown I stood frozen as I looked at the information before me. Royal Princess? King Aragon? Queen Valencia? Pure Royal blood? No siblings? “Baby girl, what is it?” my dad’s voice interrupted me.

My mum and grandmum get instant updates since they are too keen to know my whereabouts. It's nothing new. Since the instant they crowned me with the prince title, fifth-in-line to ascend the throne, I became hot property around our St. Frances Dauphin Castle. I had my own security detail since I was a day old. The day I got out of the hospital, the people were after me. The photographers were waiting outside patiently. Knees and bones on the ground, trying to take photos of me. I still have those photos of me lying around along with the Royal Insignia in my grandma's lair or maybe somewhere.

Frankly, he was boring and useless, much like my older brother. I was really interested in speaking with his younger brother. All royal families were the same: there was the heir, and the spare. The heir was showered with the praise and attention and power, and the spare faded into the background. Once the heir started having children of their own, the spare was nothing more than a distant memory.

“You are going to take my baby away from me, and he is going to use you to take you away from me too.” “I don’t know why you feel you can control me, if what he says is true don’t you think I deserve that?” I asked. “I am not going to be treated as an Omega if my father was royal.” “I don’t think you come from royal blood,” he smirked. “You would have a wolf if that is the case. I don’t think there is one royal werewolf that doesn’t have a wolf, but you are claiming you are royal.”

“My bloodline comes from royalty. My ancestors used to rule over Scotland. I’m the last living descendant of the house. Therefore, it’s mine.” My jaw dropped in shock. I knew there were some royal families in the world, like in England and a few other places, but I never thought I would meet a descendant of royal blood. “Wow… That’s unbelievable.” He shrugged like it was only somewhat interesting. “I don’t mean this offensively, but…you don’t look Scottish.” “Because I don’t have red hair?” he asked with a bored voice. “Because I don’t have freckles and blue eyes? It’s called evolution, Lovely. I figured you would know that since you’re an aspiring doctor…”

"Little ones, what you did today—the healing—it frightened the other children because they've never seen anything like it. But there's nothing wrong with you. In fact, it means you're very special." Carl wiped his nose. "Special how?" "Your healing ability is a sign of royal blood. The purest royal blood. It means you carry the strongest gifts of the Dark Hollows lineage." She looked at me. "Only direct descendants of the founding bloodline possess such power. It hasn't been seen in generations." Karin blinked. "We're royalty?" "You are the grandchildren of our last king and queen. The children of our princess." The elder smiled gently. "You are the future of Dark Hollows. And one day, you w

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

"I haven't spoken to him since this morning, so I don't know yet... As for you being a Royal, the true Royal family, the descendant, whether it was the King or the Queen, they were always a rare white in colour and it was always passed on to the firstborn. No one knows why, but it was how they could always tell who was meant to be on the throne. It didn't happen often, but if something happened to the firstborn before they could produce an heir, then it shifted to the next in line..." "That's why the brother failed because he wasn't meant to be on the throne, as the rightful King and Queen had had a son to carry on the Royal bloodline..." "Yes, that is right... He made his claim to the thron