Royal Elite Series Novels & Stories

We slide into her car and join the stream of traffic toward the district where money is smoothly exchanged and the elite are as common as birds flying in the air. The billboard in front of us flashes the royal crest, then switches to a news broadcast: King Arthur, profile like a blade, stepping out of a car with his Beta at his shoulder. The caption mentions a reform initiative and a closed-door meeting with foreign investors. He looks like control given human shape, with a mouth that rarely smiles and eyes that never need to. If he smiled anyway, it would surely be all fangs. Demetria whistles, the sound is a combination of admiration and lust. “There’s your collaboration target,” she says.

He marches towards me and picks me up, placing me back on the bed “I warned you, I will mark you if you keep disobeying me” Squeezing my lips together into a thin line and furrowing my brow, he raises an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to say something “I really am the last one of my kind” it was not what he was expecting me to say Daryl nods his head at me “You are” "What does this Royalty thing mean?" "It means that there were once some very powerful wolves, these wolves were known as Royals and truth be told, no one actually knew why." He stands up and walks to the door, carefully closing it. "The Royal blood line was a force in itself"

"My half-sister has the mark on the back of her ear." "We will be with you by morning." The Beta said before hanging up. Henrik sat in his chair and looked at me. "What the hell is going on?" I asked. "Did Ingrid tell you about the Royal Family? "Yes." "And about Laire? The missing princess?" "Yes," "Well, to be a member of the royal line, there are some requirements from the wolf," Henrik said. "You have to be a pure white wolf, whose fur is opalescence in the moon's light. Behind the right ear, there should be the Royal mark, and purple eyes. Only the Royals have purple eyes."

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.

Valentine's Day was coming soon, and Poesia Eleganza had launched another series called the Crown line! It was limited to 520 sets worldwide! Each set cost 520,000 bucks and was considered to be royalty among the cosmetics brands! Every woman desired it! Although 520,000 bucks were not too expensive a sum, plenty of rich people scrambled to get their hands on it, and those without any connections were downright unable to buy them.

“I guess the Queen didn’t bother to tell you that was the reason she never found her mate.” “But the King is her mate.” “No another royal flaw.” she giggled. “You see most royal women are auctioned off to the house, you either become Queen or a Princess.” “But I thought my baby is his, so he's my mate!” I growled wanting to grab at her but I couldn’t move. “And the claws I had claws.” “No that was all smoke and mirrors, you see Marcus knows a lot about the area, so it was easy to make things seem like it happened but you’ve been fooled.”

It's possibly standing in as the head manager of this colossal management company that comes with its own outrageous perks. Some of them include being covert while getting paid well. Also, not looking behind your back all the damn time. And the lesser know perks include flirting with royalty at your own will. The kind that the lesser people never have a clue about what goes on in the lives of royal men. I don't know what attracted me to Ryker. Under his dangerously handsome looks, and charming, easy-going personality, there's something insanely sexy about him. He knows how to control situations and manipulate things that suit him and his eclectic tastes. He always gets anything he wants and

I ask as I look at the boys and they all look intrigued as well. We have talked about it before, but it was to be just us and a person to officiate and lead the mating. Nothing huge. This sounds like a big one. “It's two royal bloodlines coming together to love each other and unite the bloodlines, as one. It's going to be a big deal when it's announced, and I am sure so many will want to attend. So yes, it is going to be big. Biggest of the century I may add.” I can feel my anxiety starting to rise. Kyle holds my hand and smiles at me.

"I'm plenty big enough to sort my own shit out. Don't worry. Ah! Then tell me what a blood moon is." I go back to my room with a smile on my lips and lock the door leading to the deck. Hazel will be important for this dinner I'm planning to order. The King likes her, the Prince likes her. Everyone likes her. And by everyone, I mean me too. It's a shame she's so suspicious and believes that "love is a lie". I already love her. * Royal Salute Scotch is one of the most expensive whiskies in the world. A bottle costs 20 thousand dollars.

His whiskey colored eyes continue to bore into me. Well at least he is straight to the point. I cleared my throat before stating, “Well, as you know, since you mentioned the word “elite,” that the clientele I currently work with is higher than a standard gym. My job is to make sure all of our clients' information remain confidential while making sure our facility is fully secured from anyone who may want to get their next story. As a clearly successful businessman, Mr Romano, I would hope that you could see the value of a candidate who understands the discretion and security of clients.”