Novel & Cerita Royal Elite Series

Zarek got up, almost moved to them but didn’t. "Pardon my manners. I didn’t see you guys," he said sweetly, though I could pick up the distant mockery. "Prince..." "It's Crown Prince, or Your Highness," he corrected Nikolai. Nikolai stiffened. "...Your Highness," he said reluctantly. Smart move. Using his title to assert dominance, I knew there was cruelty hiding beneath that blank expression. Even Luciano had his mouth agape at the showcase. "I'm Nikolai, and this is my fiancé, Tyron," Nikolai swallowed, head slightly bowed.

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The fear I felt and the noise I was hearing was making my headache, the friendly man walked to us with a young boy behind him who was lifting two beautiful golden crowns on a white pillow. He stood in front of us then gave a low bow. "Long live my king and queen," he said then got a beautiful crown that was engraved with all the most expensive stones and put it on the king's head, he bowed then got the smaller crown engraved with diamonds and put it on my head, then bowed and walked away with the young boy. "Long live the king and queen!" The people cheered loudly then kept quiet when the king lifted his hand. "Long live your Highness," one man in royal robes said, looking at the way he move

Trish strokes her hand through his hair. "Who was that?" Clive asks, nodding to the phone. "The Rogue King. Apparently news of you two being mates has spread rapidly overnight. He was doing a round on Silverstone when he overheard some of the guards talking about their once beloved fighter and Alpha's daughter being mated to the mighty Prince" Clyde looks to me and Austin, who grips my hand a little tighter. If everyone at Silverstone knows, then... "Does Red Blood know?" David asks the question that is clearly on everyone's mind. Clyde makes me breathe a sigh of relief when he shrugs.

They wanted him to see who he was getting along with the throne. She was a trophy, and they wanted him to gawk. If a show was what they wanted to put on, she would give him a show. "You are not worth me carrying you up to the throne." "You don't even know me." He slithered, and she evaded. "I don't need to. I know men like you. Wealth can't buy you the class you would need even to wipe my heels." "Bold words for someone even the guards disrespect."

"As you know, the last 2 weeks of my elite program are the hardest, both mentally and physically. Now, as you entered onto the training field, I placed a metal bracelet around your wrist. It will remain on your wrist for the next 2 weeks as you train at your weakest. You will not have your wolf's hearing, strength, speed, or healing. Most of you will want to quit by the end of the first week. However, if you succeed, you will have earned your place within the Royal Elite Warrior Guard. As with the rest of the program, I don't like quitters, so if you are having any thoughts about giving 150% and then some more. You are then wasting my time. Step up now and I will remove the bracelet and you

I asked. "He wanted me to hangout with the noble families or maybe.. people like York Company or the 7 Gold Lifes." "Of course, that's what I thought too." I said agreeing with his father's thoughts and Logan looked at me weirdly. "Why is that?" "You're royal, Logan. You're a prince and hanging out with people who are from noble families or maybe the York company or The 7 Gold Lifes will make you learn a lot more and besides isn't it better to hangout with those people? You all have the same status, level and education." I said and he shook his head.

Queen Marjorie asked. “No, I did not. Thank you, Your Majesty.” “Great.” King Arthur smiled. “I know you’re still unfamiliar with a lot of things but with time, you’ll do just fine.” “Thank you, Your Majesty.” Amelia bowed slightly. “You can stop calling us that. You’re family now.” The princess nodded. “That being said, you should get ready to attend the royal academy.” “Royal academy?” “Yeah, we have an academy here for princes and princesses from neighboring kingdoms. You need to attend till you’re made the Crown Princess.”

"We have the business dinner at seven. Be back with plenty of time to dress properly." "I will," Jake promised, already heading for the door. The freedom of being away from his father's watchful eye, even temporarily, lightened his step as he made his way down the corridor. The Royal was truly magnificent. Jake wandered through the grand atrium, past boutiques selling items that cost more than most people's monthly salaries, and eventually found himself near one of the smaller performance venues. A sign outside announced "Rehearsal in Progress - Staff Only," but the door was slightly ajar, and the haunting notes of a violin drifted through.

They understood each other perfectly. Michael knew it too. He had always known it. "The thing about royalty," Eli said, setting the bottle down, "is that they must project a noble front at all times. Most men can flaunt their misconduct publicly without consequence. Monarchs, on the other hand, have reputations to protect." He tilted his head. "Do you want to guess how many phone calls it took to strip you of your title?" Michael said nothing. Eli held up one finger. Something in Michael's face went very still.