Romans & histoires Royal Family Bloodline

Of course I couldn't be bothered if they believed me or not, as long as they didn't harm me. The leader then stepped forward and began speaking: “Everyone knows that the Butterflies Royal Spirit Bloodline is a unique bloodline constitution only carried by the royal family of Royal Spirit Empire. Every child born under the royal family must surely carry this unique trait. In all of the Ancient Reality continent, they're the most revered and feared!” He stopped there, probably unwilling to speak more than that to me. I nodded and took a mental note. “May I know why they're the most revered and feared?” I asked, curiously.

“There was no mention of her in the books I studied either.” “That’s because of an order from the king himself,” Paula pressed her lips together. “Her name was simply erased from history.” ‘It almost sounds like my family name that is not mentioned anywhere.’ Magnolia frowned but did not say anything. “It’s an even more important tradition for the royal family to keep their blood pure. For generations, the royal family members, monarchs especially, only married purebloods,” Paula explained. “It is necessary for both parents to have pure magical powers in order for their offspring to also have the purest powers. Since one of the criteria for becoming King of Malorenia is to have pure magic, t

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? 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.

The King says. "They are your family. Your cousins and second cousins. And members of the royal bloodline. They just didn't come from the heir to the throne." The Queen says. "I only heard that a couple of them have been killed by vampires." The King said flippantly. "Try 36. I've kept track. They are wiping out everyone with royal blood. And then they are coming here. For you and for our children. Anyone who could potentially possess any kind of power against them." The Queen said with pleading eyes.

If Adleigh’s mate was here tonight, that would make them nothing more than ecstatic, but they would just have to wait and see. If a royal dragon was mated to a dragon of non-royal blood, the royal bloodline would be most present in heirs. If Adleigh was to be fated mated to a yellow dragon, their children would still be blue dragons when shifted. The royal line always presented itself forth most. It was a good way to find mistresses and illegitimate heirs as well. The royal color would always be present. This also made it, so the line stayed clean. You couldn’t hide an illegitimate heir and if they did end up being a royal color, they also could stake a claim to the kingdom. Their color woul

My eyes widened in disbelief, and I pulled back slightly to look at Claire's mother, wanting confirmation. "Wait! What?!" I shouted, my voice a mix of confusion and shock. "I don't get it. How are my family royalty? I thought Isabella was lying to me, but hearing this from you... I don't know what to believe."Claire's mother nodded, her face serious yet filled with empathy. "I understand, Ava. It's a lot to take in. Your family, your parents, are of royal blood. You are part of a lineage that carries a lot of weight in history." My mind raced as I tried to understand the information. Royalty? It seemed like a far-fetched thought, something out of a fairy tale. I glanced at Claire, hoping for

If she thinks she will control every corner of my life, she’s mistaken. The other Royal Lineages will be delighted, of course. In the Royal Family, there are four great bloodlines. Vargas, ThornCrest, Lords, and Majesty. The first Alpha King was blessed with quadruplets. But when they came of age, the brothers turned enemies. The battle for the throne was bloody, ruthless. Eventually, the House of Lords was crowned, but he fell for an Omega. A stain to the name Royalty. An insult to the Crown. His enemies found their excuse. He was killed mercilessly and his omega buried alive. The House of Lords was cursed into extinction. When succession is discussed, their name is never mentioned.

Edmund sat down opposite me, while Ashton remained standing. “There are four royal lines spread throughout Europe. The oldest family is yours. The second family is the Archambeau line, the third family is the Conrad line, and the fourth family is the Anselm line. The St. Claire line ruled in Scotland, and the Archambeau line still rules in France. The Conrad line rules in Germany, and the Anselm line rules in Denmark,” Edmund said. “My insanity comment hasn’t changed,” I said. Edmund regarded me carefully. Royal families? This man was delusional, and he was really convinced that I was this prince he was looking for. I could almost laugh at the absurdity of it all.

He was the son of the king, not by birth but by marriage. His mother, Racheal, was nowhere to be found. Amilek's hands rested awkwardly for a moment before he adjusted them, folding them together, then separating them again. His gaze flickered. From Helena, still and composed. To Jazell, unmoving and cold. To Leah, quiet but distant. And then Tamina, she was calm in a way that felt almost unsettling. The rest of the royal family arrived later, and soon every single chair at the table was occupied except for two.

My thumb was forgotten when the piece ‘stood up straight’ and made a holographic image of me before listing all the attributes that I have: Name: Unknown Origin: Unknown Age: 18 Height: 5’4 Hair: Black Eyes: Combination of orange, red and amber Blood: Pure Royal Position: Royal Princess/Rightful heir to the throne Parents: King Aragon and Queen Valencia Siblings: None Location: Unknown I stood frozen as I looked at the information before me. Royal Princess? King Aragon? Queen Valencia? Pure Royal blood? No siblings? “Baby girl, what is it?” my dad’s voice interrupted me.