Royal Elite Series Novels & Stories

Atlas’s voice cracked. Phillip nearly lost his temper. His fists clenched at his sides. “Damn it, Atlas! I warned you the risks were too much. You’re the Crown Prince. One wrong move and…” A sharp knock interrupted them. A servant entered, bowing low. “Your Highness, the royal council summons you immediately. They said it is urgent.” Atlas’s face drained of color. His hands trembled visibly. The council? Now? His mind raced to the worst possibilities…someone had already talked.

Now all Akana wanted was for him to close it. "I wear the royal title Rial Cariad. Royal consort. This makes me royal. I thought priests of Aevitism learn some general knowledge? Or are you trying to say that Eitir doesn't have the status required to have royalty?" The silence laid thick in the room, and as no one had anything to utter, Akana continued.

“Not here, but they do have royalties. The purebloods. They rarely interact with the ordinary ones. They have a hierarchy. Royals. Elites. Borns. Converts.” “Where do you fall in that?” Sab asked with a frown. “I classify myself as a born vampire. I have reason to suspect grandfather might be an elite, if not a royal.” He stared at the dagger in his hand. It’s quite intricate and the gems embedded on the handle seems like genuine stones. “Do you need to be of royal blood if you’re to claim being a vampire king?” Alex was curious if it’s different from the werewolves. “Not really. Elites can always challenge royals. I’ve heard they have weakened over the decades, maybe centuries. Their number

Their rich oil deposits and rare Earth minerals had probably had something to do with England’s acquiescence. She held her breath as the prince came into sight, battling the latest surge of nerves. Her first sight of him wasn’t the professional evaluation it should be. Instead, she noticed his lean, toned physique displayed by the tight white tank top he wore. It wasn’t what she would’ve expected from a Prince, but she couldn’t argue that it certainly highlighted how muscular his arms were—which reminded her that she was there to work, not ogle the Prince.

It is not okay to treat everyone else as if they are beneath you. "I do not expect anything of you. There is a curse on the royal line. You have not heard of it because we never speak of it. It states that we remain celibate until we find the one destined for us. The curse is also part blessing as it keeps us from having bastard children everywhere. It is also a curse as we cannot marry for political gain. We can only marry for the love of the one that is meant to be ours." He says giving me a decent smile.

Titan energy. In the royalty rankings, there were three, the Titans, the Robin and the absolute Royals which are the Queen and overlord. It's stated that the absolute royals may pass the power but only onto pure aurums, which Trinity qualifies for. Cerise and Trinity have been testing out each other's skills, dueling and helping each other out. Cerise was at a disadvantage as this was the only time she got to freely see what she can do. Her abilities lay hidden with her other persona, and her forcing it out exhausts her more than she intends to be. "Trinity, give me your hand"

Stacy finally reached the destination. She paid the cab and as soon as she turned around, her breath hitched. The royal hotel certainly lived up to its name. The hotel reached the sky as its glass windows glittered in the moonlight. Inside of the hotel lit with golden lights giving it a royal vibe. There was tight security and she saw many armed men standing surrounding the building. She had never been to any royal suits before. But it seemed very unusual to have this many armed men.

He must have been monitoring my activities and his spies must have told him about Penny. "But father I'm not dating anyone. I've been abiding by your policy for a long time now. Arianna doesn't have to come here." I pleaded. "Roe you must have forgotten that you are royalty. I'm doing you the favour of reminding you. Your elder brother the crown prince is happily married to a princess. Rebekah is also married to the crown prince of Wales. Your younger sister Diane, is engaged to a prince too and you know that, you were there. How then will yours be different? You're Royal blood Roe. And no matter how you try to run away from it, you can't. People are looking up to you and there's nothing you

'Weird,' Atlas murmurs, and I couldn’t agree more. I stare after him for a few seconds before forcing myself to let it go. Settling back onto the sofa, I open my laptop and begin working through my emails before reviewing the latest updates Zach sent over about the Integrated Response Unit. Now that Peak Ridge has finally agreed to pull its weight and accepted the terms, things can finally move forwards. There’s another email from Baxter outlining the Crown’s recruitment drive for the new royal force. The Royal Pack wants every warrior informed about the recruitment drive and given the opportunity to sign up for a two-year term if they want to.

“It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.” Mauve rolled her eyes. “And what does that have to do with me?” “I said, questions later.” His tone snapped like a whip. He continued, “It began with the First One—Arnold Dein. Descendant of Earth. No one knows why he was chosen, but when his gifts manifested, he opened the portal to Elite. From him, the monarchy began. Each ruler is a descendant of Earth, marked by abilities. There have been seventeen so far, Mauve. You are to be the eighteenth.”