Royal Fantasy Names Novels & Stories

A royal cub of Hale Kingdom. “I hereby name you Conall,” Lois whispered, her lips trembling as she kissed his forehead. “A name of strength, of royalty, of leadership. Conall—the mighty wolf of valor, the royal cub of Hale.” The lass’s mother smiled sadly. “Forgive us… we have no right to mark him with a royal tattoo. That can only be done in the palace.” Lois nodded, brushing away her tears. “It is fine. He is marked in my heart already.”

His presence wasn’t loud, yet no one dared speak while he stood. Dressed in rich royal blue, every inch of him screamed regality, right down to his shining leather shoes. He stood before his pact—his chosen allies—not a pack. Enigmas could not hold other Enigmas in a traditional pack. Instead, they formed Pacts: elite alliances of power forged through synchronized pheromones. A ritual of dominance and mutual respect, where two high-ranking Enigmas bind their aura to others, marking them with a bond deeper than blood.

With such abilities it was no wonder the royals of the human race were respected as if offended, one would be making a formidable foe to battle for all ages as they barely let go of grudges however this was also so for favors as one who has ever given them favor will never be forgotten and would have their loyalty for ages to come. Thus, the human race was known as one of the most loyal races. Because of their insane mana reserves the royals had hair either too light or dark. There had never been a single instance where a royal's hair was dull but they were known for possessing hair that screamed their mana heritage. The present king- King Abbott was born with an extreme amount of light mana

She wished to know the real name of the first king of the Gograonia Empire. She made a bet with Marleen, and she hated losing. The bet was simple; If she can get the real name of the first king, the first among the pure-blood royals within 48 hours then she wins. And if not, she loses. The name of the first King on the Royals record book was Samson Seth. But upon further investigation, she discovered that wasn't the name, that was fake. So now, she's set to find her real name. Marleen seemed to know more about the Royals than anybody in the palace. The way she speaks and does things always seems to leave her stunned.

Just the thought made her heart skip a beat, and it seemed almost unbelievable that she had found her own prince, and he truly held the title. That part didn’t matter to her. What mattered was how he treated her, and that he was a good person. He really was Prince Charming, with or without the title, and she couldn’t wait to see him standing at the altar and later dancing with her at their reception. He was determined to make it happen, and she was determined to help him. That was what their relationship was all about. ****** Kit Kyndall is the pen name USA Today bestselling author Kit Tunstall uses when writing contemporary erotic romances. It’s simply a way to separate the myriad types of

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If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

He kneeled right in front of him and just like that his father performed the ritual he was very well aware of. “From this day going onwards I announce and proclaim that Prince Neal Caruso is hereby appointed as Duke of Falcon,” the king said. He looked up at him and wondered what made him appoint him so early. His brothers became dukes after they finished school but he wasn’t yet finished. “Come up dear,” he said to Talia who rushed to the front in her own way.

Anastasia has a glowing crown over her heart, and someday, I will as well. “You remember our daughters? Daisy, Hyacinth, Gladiola, and Iris.” Fanella had wanted to name all her children after flowers. It’s common for sprites, in particular, to name their children after plants and flowers. Obviously, Christopher didn’t mind. “Hello everyone, welcome to Araphyra.” “Hello Lady Princess, Lily.” “Do you know how many unmated males there are in the castle?” “Do you know if there are any in the surrounding forest?”

“I happen to be an alpha, the first in the Alphabet, yeah? And the first three titles are considered, the royal family of the pack.” He looked through the box of tea leaves and got one, it was lemon and green tea. I happen to like taking that flavor a lot. Something’s not right. He can’t be reading my mind because I’m not thinking about that. “The royal family consists of Alpha, Luna, which is not in the alphabet but we still needed a name for the queen, and Beta which is considered a prince, princess, or successor.” He explained as he plucked exactly four leaves from the mint plant in the pot. That’s the exact amount I use.