Royal Descendants Novels & Stories

Why had he chosen here to talk? “Apparently, we are one of the descendants of the Harland royal family.” “You are joking, right?” “I wish I were.” He said, with a tight-lipped smile, and my heart sank. “Their patriarch is very ill now, isn’t he?” “Yes, and he might not make it…” “So you were kidnapped by those planning to overthrow the throne and threatened to never stake a claim to the princely throne?” I filled in, from my knowledge of family dynamics, which, of course, was gained from the dozens of books I have consumed.

He then whispers, “Keep your eyes on him. He is the one we will be following. However, this is your family’s history and the beginning of what Julian’s young mate has become.” I then turn my attention back to the male vampire and frown, as I look over my shoulder at Griffin and say, “He is a Royal.” “Yes, all four of them are. Brothers; Sargon, Orion, Vladimir and Corbin King…” “Wait. That is our family name.” “Yes, the first four Vampire Kings. The one we are watching is King Corbin.” I smile and nod over my shoulder before returning my attention back to the four kings. I then watch as Corbin slowly gets to his feet, looks at his brothers, bows slightly and then walks through the dancing pa

“Because if she dies, the Royal throne goes to you dear sister.” “But you are older?” “It doesn’t work like that in the Royal family. The Royals are led by a female, it is believed that…." “We are direct descendants of the Moon Goddess herself!” I finish his sentence, I had already sort of met the Moon Goddess, even if it wasn’t on good terms. Lucian nods his head at me, but he was still looking at me suspiciously. He knew I wasn’t telling them everything.

Through our connection, I could feel him drawing on knowledge that transcended his years, ancestral memories locked in Graystone blood, awakened by his first shift and the power of the convergence point. *The Royal Line flows through us both,* he communicated, well, all four Royal lines to be exact somewhere along the line, descendants of the direct lines were saved, hidden in plain sight as pups, said to have been born to pairs but were adopted, but never formally on paper, so no paper trail for Nightshade to follow.*

I demand, my head still resting over Elijah’s heart. “You are my granddaughter, and you have Alpha blood from two lines, whereas your mother’s is divine from me, and your father is from an old line of Royal blood - not that he knows this. They were smuggled out and hidden when the last Royal family was slaughtered 200 years ago. You are their descendant, and you and your mate are the King and Queen of werewolves. It is time the Royals once again bring peace and prosperity to your species.” The room is eerie silent after her words, and I feel like my world once again has been turned upside down. Fuck!

Edmund sat down opposite me, while Ashton remained standing. “There are four royal lines spread throughout Europe. The oldest family is yours. The second family is the Archambeau line, the third family is the Conrad line, and the fourth family is the Anselm line. The St. Claire line ruled in Scotland, and the Archambeau line still rules in France. The Conrad line rules in Germany, and the Anselm line rules in Denmark,” Edmund said. “My insanity comment hasn’t changed,” I said. Edmund regarded me carefully. Royal families? This man was delusional, and he was really convinced that I was this prince he was looking for. I could almost laugh at the absurdity of it all.

She just didn’t have a chance to read any of it yet. She loved history. That’s why she was always reading that damn book of royals. But that was also her family history. “Do you know how many relatives Aurora has out in the world right now? Distant relatives that are related to the royal family?” I asked. “No. I wouldn’t have a clue. But it doesn’t matter. Because they don’t have the powers that we do. We’re the direct descendants of the Kings and Queens. The ones that weren’t direct descendants never got any powers. The powers were only passed down to the first born.” Peyton explained.

A thousand years passed and the curse continued with no way to stop it but fate had a lot for the new generation of the Anderson royal family The royal Anderson family tree King Julius- Queen Qetiyah👑 I Prince George, Princess Amelia. I King George- Queen Maria I Prince Martins, prince Harold. I King Martins Queen Lydia I Prince Lucas, princess Julianna. I King Lucas -Queen Venus (1940-2021)- This is where the story starts from. I Prince Percy, princess mia, prince harry.

“The royal family inherited their elemental blood from their great, great, great, grandmother. I heard the Queen and her husband also attended the academy.” Silent, I stare at Tamil before turning to Lillian, my mind is still trying to function around the words Royal Prince’s of England. “Wait, as in England, England?” “Yes Coral,” Lillian grins teasingly, pushing up the glasses perched low on the bridge of her nose.

Birthed as the direct descendants of the human race it was no surprise that the royal family had one of the purest and highest manas. Due to the high level of mana reserves within their body, every royal was born with an ability or two and only ever once—three. With such abilities it was no wonder the royals of the human race were respected as if offended, one would be making a formidable foe to battle for all ages as they barely let go of grudges however this was also so for favors as one who has ever given them favor will never be forgotten and would have their loyalty for ages to come.