Royal Descendants Novels & Stories

Sir Brighton sighed, shoulders slumping from behind Sir Angels as he explained: “Sir Jackson was all that is left from the royal family now, Sir Sanscroft… from the first Queen’s side yes, but still of royal blood through his link from the Crown Princess as her legitimate cousin.” Jin’s eyes narrowed, beginning to understand where this is going, “As the King and his heiress have no other children to lay claim to the throne… so it all falls to the first Queen’s bloodline?” “That is correct,” Sir Celestine nodded at this, determination beginning to burn through his face, “I am honor and duty bound to take back the crown as her kin. Besides, Princess Aria despised Queen Ysabel, I may not know m

not knowing was one of those questions that he had had for such a long time that it had basically taken root that she was this mythical creature period now looking at her he knew that there were things about her that he would never understand but she was real and she wasn't anything else but a person right now. Ultimately their bloodlines had crossed multiple times to keep the royal family as royal as possible. They would be cousins or distant ones at least but in recent times they have branched out to some of the minor families just to keep the lines intact and healthy. They had seen the humans and the results of their interbreeding. They knew that they had to make sure that the line had n

He was actually the heir of the legendary Louis royal family, Louis XXVI! According to historical records, the lineage should end with Louis XIX, but in reality, the names of the two royal families, Louis and Charles, were passed down. It was now Louis XXVI! He was absolute royalty! He was nobler than an aristocrat like Steven Smith! He was the duke! According to the Western aristocracy, he was the noble with the highest ranking! Moreover, he was such a young duke! Louis XXVI walked into the inner hall with a smile and an air of arrogance. He sat in the row of main seats.

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?

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.

On the third day, I made my way into the capital city. Sagrada and Fresonia had long been allies, mainly due to the fact that the royal families shared the same secret: we were all Dragon Knights. Sagrada was a bit more traditional than Fresonia, and it was only last year that one of my high-ranking noble cousins on my mother’s side had been married off to the eldest son and heir of the Sagradan royal family. I was uninterested in talking to the heir. Frankly, he was boring and useless, much like my older brother.

[LINEAGE STATUS: SURVIVING] [SOVEREIGN KEY: DIRECT DESCENDANT] [GENETIC RESIDUE: AVERY OF AETHELGARD] Avery stared at her name—not framed as an omega baseline, not tagged with her father’s fringe pack registry, but linked directly to the primary royal branch of the lost dynasty. The truth was no longer a theoretical sequence on a laboratory monitor; it was an indisputable, immortal record written in the stone of her ancestors.

“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