Royal Husky Kingdom Novels & Stories

I said. “That doesn’t make me feel any better,” she said. “Levi’s not the one I’m worried about, my brother is,” I said to her. “It gets worse.” She sighed. “Kai’s royalty, he was the king of Scotland before Gabriel took over. His eldest son, Jericho, is the Alpha King of all wolves. They’re both married to the women they imprinted on,” I said to her. “Imprinted? What’s that?” she asked.

I was freed of all the responsibilities of my pack. And with that Alpha Byron bowed in front of me acknowledging my new position as Alfa Re's mate - Luna Regina. -- Royale Pack is said to be most magnificent of all the packs with its natural beauty and the luxurious house blocks of each family. The independent housing policy usually comes in handy with the growing families. The extravaganzance luxury of Royale can easily overwhelm ordinary wolves and I am among them. I was not able to eschew all this beauty in my previous visit as I was preoccupied.

The hunters and hybrids stayed in the Werewolves Palace. The palace was in the middle of the vast kingdom. Five months had passed by as they trained their men, build and improve weapons as well as developed different strategies. Under the leaders’ watchful eyes, the men didn’t dare to slack off. Snorean and Carissa stood side by side as the other four Royal King stood behind them. Leroy, Militia, Arta and Lyra stood beside them. They watch their men’s training on the field from the high bridge. At the same time, weapon makers on the other side work fast without a pause to ensure they make the right amount of weapons on time.

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.

Nikolai boomed and I tugged at his hand sharply as panic widened my eyes before he turned to level me with a reassuring look. “From now on, My mate will be referred to as Your Majesty. She will be Luna of this pack and of the three cities and any previous betrothal arranged will be thanks and void. Thank you!” He yelled and I felt my cheeks flush as the cloud hooked and clapped. Most of the older wolves wore disgusted looks on their faces and eyed me with open contempt as the King took me by the hand and led me toward his chambers. It couldn't be helped, Olivia’s posey would forever be a shadow of darkness over mine and Nikolai’s love, but I couldn't bring myself to think about it. To ruin t

Wrong. And in front of the hut stood a woman. She was young. Beautiful. With long black hair and eyes that gleamed with ancient power. Morgana. “Well, well,” she said. Her voice was silk and poison. “The alpha daughter and the cursed prince. How delightful.” The cursed wolf burst from the trees behind us. Morgana raised one hand. The wolf exploded. Just… exploded. Blood and bone and fur scattered across the clearing. “Sorry about that,” Morgana said. “Council pets are so poorly trained these days.”

“The reason I took you down here was to show you these pictures. This way, you will be able to recognize them later tonight. This first one here is of King Carlo, father of Prince Marco.” Sabrina looked at the picture of the man and instantly saw the resemblance to her lover. He had the same nose and sharp eyes. In the picture, the King was seated on a golden throne with a red velvet seat. He was wearing a dark blue robe, with intricate yellow designs sewn into it. The King's hair was white, but just as thick as his young son's. It took her a moment, but she recognized one of the photos from her interview as him. “He looks a lot like Marco,” Sabrina whispered, just loud enough for Winston to

Asmy trails and continue "You can only rule by blood there, and this Aamal happens to be the sole heir, she had an older brother, but he died and it was their mother that was the previous Queen" "What about their Father" Nawal asked. "Well they inherited Royalty from their Mother, their father is one of the council people, that's what happens there, if a woman happens to be the Queen, her husband will work beside her in the council, right from the ancient times since you can only rule by my blood, they happens to have more Queens than Kings". Nawal chuckle in what seems to be pity for herself, the little she know, the more scared she become. Turning to gaze at her husband, his face is just b

Rico's voice resonated with a mix of determination and pride as he continued, "Royal has shown incredible resilience and strength during her little time with us. Despite the challenges she has faced, she has proven herself to be a dedicated and compassionate member of our pack." He turned to me, a genuine smile lighting up his face. "Royal, you are not alone. The pack members here are like family, and they will guide you, teach you, and offer their unwavering support. Together, we will help you integrate into our traditions and way of life."

Jacinda gloats, cackling like the witch she is. Alex is the Prince? The Prince is Alex? Damn it, I did not see this coming! In my defence, of course I have heard about the werewolf hierarchy from my mother, and know that King Herrick and his mate Queen Danica are the ruling Monarchs at this time, and I may have heard about their children Prince Alexander and Princess Anastasia, but I have never seen pictures of them, or researched about them. The world of Royals has always seemed like a far-off, mystical world; much different from my own. And now, it turns out I may have just smooched ones socks off, and been quite rude and disrespectful to him for a few months now. Sweet baby Jesus, the dea