Royal Engagement Novels & Stories

He muttered. "Russel!" A man's voice called him, and it wasn't just anyone's voice, he could recognize that it was his half-brother the crown Prince. "How was your engagement? I apologize if I did not make it to see my youngest brother's engagement." Russel smirked, "It's fine. Everything have gone perfectly well… brother." He knows well that the crown Prince knows that he wasn't even invited, nor even interested in any of his business. The crown Prince is only talking like this to annoy and provoke him, again.

I told you—" "The engagement rites spoken of," Simon continued, " is of the pre–engagement ceremony. During this time, the royal female is open for potential suitors who will try to fight for her hand before the day of her engagement rites which by then she will be in the possession of her 'husband' " The room was quiet after Simon finished reading, even King Jodar was surprised that there was such an Edict. He was hoping that Willow will try to throw this strange prince off balance with the fact that he and Arianna were already getting married.

her question came out quite unsure and she even began to regret asking them, but Joj simply smiled and faced ahead. “It had crossed my mind a few times but i chose to ignore it. Mates were for life but it’s not unheard of for some wolves to go against the mate bond. Although i hope for both our sakes that it turns out false because not even the goddess will save him from me.” She added the last part in a tone that clearly meant business. “But enough about me...the royal engagement is tomorrow and everyone within the capital is invited. At least my father and his group of oldies won’t hold onto any reason to exclude you. Let’s get you something decent to wear b

Longing and nostalgia gushed over him along with triumph. For roughly a hundred years, he has shed blood for this moment. To reclaim that which belongs to him. This was his birthright. He descended upon the throne with a sigh and leaned against the hilt of his sword. A smile gradually began shaping itself on his weary face, whose visage was smeared with blood. His long hair was far from its original, white color.

“As a matter of fact, this is my first time.” “And you have no idea where to go or what to do there?” There was this look again. “I was on assignment.” “Uh-huh. You’re a reporter?” He looked at me from head to toe. I shook my head. “I work in a magazine. And I’m counting on my promotion, so I have to interview probably a government official or someone popular in the country.” “If what I heard is correct, the Prince, Duke of Guardion is getting engaged. That’s the best feature you can print in your magazine.”

Sometimes, Royal and his Wolf do communicate amongst themselves through their mind like normal two people having a conversation. "Not yet." Royal told his Wolf in his mind standing up to his feet with great difficulties as he could still feel pains all around him. His long dark hair which he packed in a ponytail was loose and it matches with his dark eyes. If not for the blood that plaster on his face, he was incredibly handsome. He waved his right hand into the air, as if he was greeting someone, and everything became still, the servants who were sweeping, those who were cleaning, the wolf guards, the whole palace became still.

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.

I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death. Ren Lancaster’s death. “You really look so much more beautiful when you are all on fire. Maybe I should marry you soon. What do you think, my queen?” I moved my hands in rhythm with the beating of my heart to form the phoenix attack. “First, I’m not your queen. Second, I will never marry you,” I said firmly and sent him the huge blow of phoenix attack—fire that formed like a phoenix that could burn even a soul.

She was about to comment that to Carmina when the headlines popped on the screen with big and bold letters. “BREAKING NEWS! THE ROYAL COUPLE ARE OFFICIALLY ENGAGED!”

I shove the thought of a potentially strained family dynamic to the side, concentrating on the earth splintering news that there is a man out there I am supposed to spend the rest of my life with. "I'm engaged," I whisper. The photo's are suddenly plucked from my hand. "Maybe we should give Avila some more time to rest, your Majesty. This is a lot to take in," Roel says tightly. My head aches but my body buzzes with energy. "I don't want to be in bed anymore," I tell them. I'm not dead...anymore. "There are still a few more vitals to check before I can give you clearance." Roel backs away, his old cane shuddering slightly under his weight.