Royal Inked Novels & Stories

A collection of ink bottles, filled with vibrant pigments derived from coral and sea flora, awaits Bryan's selection. Bryan settles into his chair, the soft glow of bioluminescent algae casting an ethereal light in the chamber. He reaches for the jar of squid ink, its deep black color swirling within, and notices the addition of a special thickening agent. As he dips his quill pen into the inkwell, he feels the gel-like consistency as it coats the delicate fin-like feathers. The ink clings to the quill, its viscosity carefully crafted to prevent dispersal in the water.

Xander nodded positively in reply and signed him to stand up. “From now on permitting us to serve you, Royal Highness. I am giving my words that I will serve you with all my loyalty until my last breath,” he stated again. That sign of blood wolf was the birthmark of the royal blood. All members of the royal family get their unique mark, which bears their father’s identity too. So Xander’s birthmark cleared all the doubts and I found them quite happy seeing their Younger Prince alive. “Hail to The Younger Prince, Xander.”

The pieces of the puzzle were aligning, and it was up to me to decipher their meaning and uncover the hidden truths that lay beneath the surface. The information that had come to light left me in a state of bewilderment. A male with striking green eyes and midnight-dark hair, bearing the same birthmark as mine on his shoulder. The very same mark that had been deemed the mark of the alpha king over generations. It was a symbol of power and lineage, a mark that held immense significance within the royal bloodline. And yet, the irony was palpable — that I, the oft-dismissed prince of the palace, was the one who had inherited this sacred mark.

The paper seemed delicate and weak in her hands. It would tear and crumble if he held it with too much force. She let her mind work as she set about breaking the seal on the letter. The paper wasn't that delicate, but the wax seal was the same as the one on his father's ring. Three claw marks. And Ariel was right. The falling petals were the sign of the Royal family. Not just any of the royal families, but that of the Lycan king. His banner bore another crest now, but everyone still knew that the falling petals were the sign of the royal household.

Yours faithfully, Prince Nikolas Heir to the Throne of Forest. The letter of invitation exuded perfection and conveyed a strong sense of confidence. I found it quite appealing. In order to ensure its widespread distribution, we assigned scribes to meticulously copy the letter, addressing it to both kings and every Alpha. Grant and Ingham took on the responsibility of delivering the invitations to the post office, ensuring that nothing was amiss. Regardless of the post office workers’ role as potential spies, we knew they had no choice but to deliver the letters to their intended recipients.

At last he raised his hand. “Bring parchment. Ink. And the royal seal.” The advisors moved quickly, robes whispering against the stone floor as they rushed to the side table. Quills scratched, ink pots clinked. I watched each stroke of their pens. My heart was steady, but my mind sharpened, hunting for any trick they might try to bury in the lines. At last they laid the parchment before me. The black ink shone faintly under the torchlight. I pulled it closer, scanning every line. My lips moved as I read aloud slowly, letting each word settle in the room:

"Do you know the answer to this question?" I stood up slowly. I had heard the stories, the version that had been passed down through the years. The Royal Academy was very famous among teenagers as well as adults. It was often a topic of discussion because it involved not only the history of the Academy, but also that of the supernatural species in the world. "Yes, ma’am," I replied. "I know a little about the origin of the Royal Academy..." She raised her hand, stopping me. "My name is Eliana Blake, and you will address me as Miss Blake, like the others... Now, continue."

Ann said, still wearing a shocked expression. Thalia noted that she must’ve called her ‘Ma’am again because she was really that surprised. But wait, why would the prince give her something that was only given to the Royal family? Why? “Oh… and Lord Darian too,” Ann added. “Every person who belongs to the Royal family has a stamp and seal for recognition. This plaque he gave you is for The Prince and only Princess Yara, his younger sister, his father, and Lord Darian has one too… the former king had one too.” “Oh,” Thalia whispered.

“What do you mean? That’s what the guards were already instructed to do before the two of you were called for the session.” “These are five years old,” I say, holding them up so he can see the date. “Which means that the ink isn’t an accurate reference. I know that the Prince sourced a special ink from up north and even paid the creators in exchange for their written agreement that they would never sell it to anyone else. The same thing with the ink from the rest of the document. It’s not the same as the one that’s found in Prince Kaine’s office.” The King shoots a glance at a guard, presumably the one that went to go get the documents in the first place. “What’s the meaning of this? Everyon

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.