Royal Hearts Novels & Stories

Otherwise, I’ll come after you. —None of that, kiddo! I leave the two of them and go to my office. When I arrive, I see a box on top of the desk. When I open it, I get a scare: inside, there’s an animal’s heart, with a note: I’m very close! I close the box quickly and throw it in the trash, feeling a chill run down my spine.

my heart fell to the ground as the professor announced that she was future Crown Princess Charity, who was a vision of elegance, with her flowing midnight black hair cascading down her back and her cerulean eyes exuding both grace and charisma. I felt my heart race as I locked eyes with Alucard. A subtle but unmistakable smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he noticed me amidst the crowd before quickly looking away. I quickly caught my heart when it almost dropped to the ground, not knowing what to do. As the royal couple approached, the room fell into a respectful silence. Alucard was a highly esteemed figure, and his presence demanded reverence. Charity, on the other hand, had a rep

Bruce sat on the leather sofa with his back to the window, his posture straight and commanding. Claudia sat beside him, so close that barely any space separated them. At the head seat sat Her Majesty, the Queen of Karsden. Her gaze rested gently on Bruce. Her voice was soft, yet it carried an unmistakable royal authority that commanded attention. "Mr. Princeton, tonight you presented the Heart of Eternity to Claudia in front of everyone. I can see the care and thought behind this gesture. Your mutual affection is a beautiful thing, but…"

he asked his official council. “I am afraid not, Your Serene Highness,” the senior official answered soberly. “The coronation plans are still in place but it makes things rather difficult.” He had no time for someone stating the obvious. Federico knew what was at stake here. The security of his own country and the continuation of the Altavilla e Portanova dynasty. The Royal Star diamond was part of the biggest unique red diamond ever existed that had been cut in two, as a way to punish a royal family torn apart by foolish pride and its lust for power. It was also the icon of the Royal House of Altavilla e Portanova.

Queen Grace at one point once suspected that her friend Mercy changed ever since she got married to her husband Rob the king of Qarth. She thought maybe she was only distant because of the regulations and all that but she never expected that Mercy had been in love with Rob all the time. After listening to Mercy’s confession after she had been caught by Talia was something she just never expected and find it hard to believe. Feeling weak to her bones she fell to the ground and her husband caught her.

Hades would never allow it, nor would I after learning she was our mate. "This will take much more planning." I growled, "Do you have anything else in the mean time?" The voice was silent for a few moments, "I do. Not nearly as much money, but this target is also of importance." "Give me a name." I growled. "August Halifax." The raspy voice replied. "Halifax?" Hades questioned, "Another Royal?" "They are up to their games again." I grimaced. My past required me to be quite knowledgeable of the Royal's and I was extremely familiar with the games they enjoyed playing.

I chuckled softly then closed the space between us and kissed his lips lightly. "I have always loved you, Henry. And I'm proud to be your wife and stand by your side." I answered in one breath. "Paula I....." "Henry." Jack's voice called outside our bed-chamber. "I'm coming." He answered then stood up and walked to the door to open it. "What is it?" He asked in an annoyed tone. "The royal merchants have arrived. And I was wondering if you would like to take a look at their goods before they leave." He said.

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.

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.