Royal Elite Series Novels & Stories

“The king could use his royal command voice. Since you’re his mate, it might force her out. But there’s a side effect if he does that.” My brain exploded with questions. Witches? Royal command voice? Blood rituals? Side effects? What kind? But before I could drill her further, we reached the front of the palace. A sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom waited in the drive, gleaming under the winter sun like it cost more than most people’s houses. Tinted windows, custom plates, the works. Pure money on wheels. A guard in crisp uniform opened the back door with a bow. “Princess. His Majesty is already waiting at the private helipad.”

They turned to look when Marco and Sabrina walked toward them and the ones who weren't wearing a green or purple pendant on their collar stepped to the side and dropped to a knee out of respect. “Good evening, everyone,” Marco said, as he and Sabrina walked by. The two made their way into the main room and Sabrina's gaze moved toward the very back, where the King of Orsino sat on his throne. He looked regal and proud as he gazed out at the audience. Seated next to him was Queen Magdalena. She sat with a smug expression on her face, as though she was too good for even her own party. Surrounding the royalty were guards, but also guests. Many of them appeared to be nobles, based on their expens

**** They sat at the Conference room that's already fill with most of the Shareholders and Board of Directors. The Prince sat at the head of the table with Mami by his left, follow by the king beside her. Most of the shareholders of the company are the immediate and extended Royal Families. Their great great great grand Father build it to support the royal family, and every child that is born normally get 1% share. The Emirate Group serves as their main sources of income, with the Prince serving as the CEO until the next Prince is of age to take over the company. "Who are we still waiting for" Mami whispers as she tilted her head towards the Prince.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

“He thought you might react this way, which is why there’s another offer.” I raise a brow. “He would like to offer you admission to Royal Elite Academy this September.” My jaw nearly sweeps the floor. “Qu…Royal Elite Academy?” “He’s offering a full scholarship, including room and board, all expenses paid. Royal Elite Academy is ranked number one in the country…”

she explains as we make our way there “When I want a break from all the drama, that’s where I would usually go,” Just like she says, the place is indeed cool asides from the sounds of birds chirping in the air. It’s quiet and serene and I like that it overlooks a large extent of the werewolf palace. The palace is beautiful, I don’t think I can overemphasize how beautiful and large the werewolf palace is. There is a single seat that could accommodate at least four people but I chose to stand while Elsie sat and crossed her left leg over her right. It’s her trade mark sitting position. Guess it is common amongst the royals.

The makeups must be expensive,it just meeting Queen Dowager,I don't know what will happen when they were to meet the king They are just too….. I saw everyone bow so I followed. From what I learned,you bow when you meet a Royalty and don't maintain eye contact with them,so I lowered my gaze. "You are all here,welcome to the palace," A soft voice said calmly. I almost raised my head. It took me effort not to. "I will inspect you,and I need you to tell me your names." The voice instructed. I smelt a refreshing flowery scent hit my nose and I can't help but inhale.

When he summoned the Ice wolf, David got another weird and long notification. [You have summoned a [Royal variant]!] [Empress Sub-role unlocked!] [Praetor sub-role unlocked!] [Royal prince sub-role unlocked!] [Royal variants are the most powerful version of their species and leaders of large packs. Only a Royal can give birth to a Royal.] [Empresses are the highest form of brood mothers and can only be selected from [Royal variants]. The empress affinities have a [30%] chance of being inherited by their descendants. They can give birth to units with better base stats, and every month they have [30%] of birthing a [Soldier variant], [19%] of birthing a [Royal variant], and [1%] of birthing a

Ethan demanded, his finger tightening on the trigger. "My name is Lady Victoria," the woman said, stopping ten feet away. "I am an emissary for the House of Sterling-Monarch." Ethan’s blood turned to ice. The House of Sterling-Monarch. It wasn't a syndicate. It wasn't a cartel. It was the hidden royal bloodline that had quietly funded Julian Blackwood’s Consortium for a century. They were the apex predators of the European elite. The untouchables.

As Chris remained occupied with his office work, oblivious to the intimate conversation about to unfold, Rachael turned to Roslyn with a thoughtful expression. "Roslyn, I've been thinking extensively about Leonardo Moratti and his remarkable background," she began. "He comes from an illustrious royal family with a rich history that dates back centuries, renowned for their philanthropic endeavors and exceptional business acumen."