Royal Elite Series Novels & Stories

There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here. In London, I'll be Logan Christian. I don't want to stand out in the crowd so I decided to just befriend a nerdy, lonely and weird girl named Amanda Estelle. I heard that she's actually the granddaughter of Elliot Estelle, one of the richest men in England but I don't really care. She's not as weird as I thought she would be, she's just building a wall with other people.

"I'm talking about Diana. She's the queen bee. She's his fiancée." I stiffened, my stomach churning with unease. This wasn't good. "By the way, Stefan is different from every other elite. He's literally the king of all elites. He's from the lineage of the creators of this academy. They call him the premiere elite," she added. It made sense now—the way he carried himself, the effortless authority in his presence. He never tried to command a room. He just did. "I'm aware of the first and second tiers. But is there a third?" I asked.

“Elian, was this Aric’s doing?” Elian paused, his silence stretching for a moment. Then, with a slow nod, a complex expression crossed his face. “Yes. Today is the annual Elite Tournament of the Blackwood Continent,” he began, his tone steady but tinged with weariness. “Each tier holds its contest, and the winner can request the king for a wish.” Leon furrowed his brow, a flicker of confusion crossing his mind. "Every tier has its competition?"

Royal glanced at me in astonishment. "But why don't I find any similarities between you and your parents?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows. "What do you mean?" she questioned. I stepped towards the entrance and facing the members in the hall, I announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, let me present you the heir of the Royal family. The one to whom the power of attorney truly belongs, Miss Ella Royal." I pulled the door wide open. Everyone got up from their chair in shock. Their eyes bulged, hearing my announcement.

Her smile drops for half a second, just a flash of irritation, before she repastes it and laughs louder at whatever Nate says. Teenage cruelty wearing silk. I hate it here. A councilman steps forward, posture formal, eyes sweeping the room like he’s counting resources. “Ladies,” he announces, “and honored guests. Tonight marks the beginning of the royal introduction season. In light of the realm’s instability and the rising rogue threat, the Crown has arranged structured opportunities for the eligible princes to meet each summoned female.” Structured opportunities. That’s one way to say: we’re going to sort you like inventory.

-Vincent- After dropping Evelyn off, I went straight to the new house I had purchased for Evelyn. And I couldn’t be more happy to know that Tony was able to convince the King of Norrustra to do the same. The Royals Mansion is the most luxurious, safest place any person could buy a house from. Before anyone can buy a home here, an extensive background check has to be made. Not only that, but they also need to be part of their exclusive club called The Regal.

I think it’s better that Sebastian let out some of his steam than have him explode and just rip his head off in anger. The Royal Hunt, unlike the preliminary, requires all invited packs to participate. The hunters allowed are two to five people per clan. The crowned leader, usually an Alpha, must join although only one will be qualified. The same point system will be given to the beasts and creatures but they must be all killed. There are also stronger and rarer prey this time. The score is higher for the Royal Hunt championship and it will be combined with the points yesterday. We are at zero currently and Eviera was sitting at the top of the pack ranking because of their latest win. Still,

“Tesa, this is Morgan. My mate. My future wife. Your Queen.” I didn't introduce Morgan for Tesa's benefit. I wanted Morgan to hear every fucking word. Tesa finally looked at her. Really looked at her. Her eyes dropped to Morgan's hand. To the ring. Then back to her face. She knew. Every body fucking knew about Morgan. And then the bitch smiled. “Hello.” Morgan lifted her eyes. Tesa extended her hand as though nothing had happened. “I'm Tesa. Delta to the royal family...” She paused.

Compared to how rattled I was, her Grace was shockingly calm, and I was only brought back to reality by her steady voice. " The royal beta position. " " And the royal general position." She went on, explaining. " I want you to participate in the royal general contest. It is superior to the royal beta position. " " If you pass, you will command all the royal armies.." " If you pass, even the Alpha King will have to listen to your voice.." She whispered, and when she took a pause, an ominous air permeated through the space, and I felt like I was being choked, as if an invisible hand was circling my neck.

Before Rowan can bark another threat, Elowyn severs the connection, leaving his stone completely dead. Inside the deep, velvet-lined cabin of the private royal jet, Julia sits with her eyes wide, her nostrils flaring as she inhales the scent of pure opulence. The interior is draped in thick, explicit furs, a gold-trimmed bathing pool bubbling in the center, and premium raw meat platters lining the tables. It is her first time tasting such supreme luxury. "Elowyn... is the Hollowmere Pack truly packed with such terrifying wealth? Why does Eloise even waste her breath laboring as an actress when her bloodline commands such power?"