Royal Family Bloodline นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I guess you could call it that.” “They might not be his.” “That’s what Linc said.” “I know, he was the one who told me.” “What do you think?” I wanted to know if she believed it. If she thought he had children. “I would prefer them not to be his. Throughout the line of royalty, a pure blood has been the one to take over. A descendant of both the King and Queen.” “And now?” “I’m guessing that will be up to the King.” “It’s all such a mess.” I mutter

"Annalise was born into royalty. She was a princess of the royal family. Due to internal conflict within the family, she fled and eventually met and fell in love with your father. "Over five years ago, the royal family likely sent someone to bring Annalise back. Your parents came to me for help, but I couldn't risk offending the royal family for their sake, so I refused. "After that, your parents had no choice but to leave their home. Otherwise, they would have implicated the Snow family." Gideon asked suspiciously, "The royal family. Why have I never heard of them?" Harvey replied, "The royal family is called so because their lineage stretches back over a thousand years, descending from emp

“You are all fools that do not deserve redemption if you would not see past her ability to shift to a magnificent beast, because that's the only thing you have!” “You are an evil, wicked, and stiffnecked set of people if you do not see how good she is as a Queen!” He said, coughing. “The royal family has made the decision, you either get behind it or manage your anger as this decision doesn't affect you in any way!” “We just want a pure royal bloodline?” Someone yelled, but they didn't have a handband. “And when has the royal bloodline ever been pure?!” Lord Balde snapped. “The royal family has married humans several times to maintain the peace, thousands of years before you were all born!”

"This mark is no accident decoration. It's a birthright." His fingers were hot on my skin, causing shivers down my spine unrelated to the cold of the morning air. "My grandmother's eyes were the same as yours," he continued, his voice low and close to a whisper. "She shared with me stories of the old bloodlines. The royal families that ruled prior to the packs dividing into territories." Royal bloodlines. The words should have sounded ridiculous. Yet they seemed to hum somewhere deep in my chest, as a recollection of something I'd once possessed.

I quickly sat, and he continued, "You're from royal lineage." A royal lineage? Did that mean I had nobility running through my veins? "How's that possible?" I asked. "My father was a mechanic, a nobody." "That's what you think, but it's not the truth," he said. "Then how am I from royal lineage?" I pressed on. "Your grandfather was the Alpha King before he was assassinated by his brother, Barclay," he dropped the bombshell, leaving me speechless. My jaw dropped in shock. This felt like a dream. Was it real? I felt like I needed to wake up. This couldn't be reality.

“That's very nice of you, Christian. Your momma will be so happy when you give these to her.” “Christian!” I heard a middle aged lady running out from the pack house and coming to us. Her eyes widened when they landed on me and then she scowled at Christian Jr. “Royal Beta Christian, I'm so sorry for the disturbance. Chris can be a little proactive and find his way out of my sight real quickly.” She looked frightened. I don't blame her. Most people react that way in the presence of the Royal Beta and the Royal Alpha King.

She must have been so desperate to give my father a successor, someone who will take over the throne when the time came, so that the crown would not be passed to one of the hyenas of henchmen, waiting for my family to slip up. My family, or rather my bloodline, had been ruling this country for the past 300 years. They had inherited the crown from the Great Prince Kingsley, who had bestowed his nephew, his sister's son, as the next in line once he fell to his demise. I did not want to lose my birth given the right to the throne, I did not want to lose my title as the princess oh, the more done that I did not want to lose my country in the hands of the lowly men who were waiting for my father’

Carl told them about what he had heard earlier. "Yes we heard them earlier, maybe they will be enrolled in medical or engineering, that's what they are saying" Tim added while slicing a cake to eat. "Two princes? That's insane, we have royal blood here in the university?" Justin exclaimed excitedly while Zack wiped his mouth again with cake icing. "Silly, they were just called like that because their fathers are kings of this university a long time ago" Carl glared at Justin for his dumbness. "The two princes are expected to arrive anytime this week. They are given special treatment since they are the heirs of the owners of this school" Tim added the information he also heard earlier.

“That’s not normal. Not even for the strongest warriors.” Luciano finally spoke. “Get to the point.” A shaky breath. “There are… rumors. Old ones. About a bloodline.” My chest tightened. “A royal bloodline,” the doctor added. Royal. I wasn't surprised. Luciano had said something similar to me. I was beginning to believe it so it didn't come as a surprise especially with all the burst of energy I had been seeing. “I suspected that,” “That's not all,” the doctor added. “She wasn't just royal. She was part of those we aren't supposed to mention,”

He let out a ragged, shallow breath, slowly shaking his head and staring blankly at the floor. "Drahzar is the only reason why our family is the royal one today," he murmured. His words hit me like another physical shock, sending a wave of confusion straight through my mind. I shook my head, my brow furrowing deeply. Our family had always been the royal family, tracing our bloodline back through generations of kings. That was something I had grown up knowing. It was something that had never been questioned. The throne belonged to our bloodline. The crown belonged to us.