Royal Inked Novels & Stories

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.

No silver hair falling away in firelight. Just ink. And parchment. And deadlines. His gaze caught on the papers scattered across his desk. Budget proposals, trade agreements, a letter from the southern provinces about bandit raids. All stamped with the royal seal, all requiring the Crown Prince's attention. His attention. Because Father couldn't—wouldn't— Nicoli's jaw clenched. One of the ink pots had tipped while he slept, creating a spreading stain across a document titled "Accordance Revisions: Spring Fiscal Review." The ink looked like blood in the lamplight.

The Royal’s Oath is a sacred magical vow exclusive to the Were royal bloodline, binding the speaker to their word with an unbreakable force. Once sworn, the Oath manifests as a sigil—glowing silver script that appears on the royal’s skin and fades once the promise is fulfilled. It is a mark of power, trust, and absolute authority. It was once a power that dates back to the first Were kings, who wielded it to command loyalty from their subjects and assure them that they are worthy of their loyalty and reverence.

All thanks to my face. EclipsarumElite Sancta Royal Institute, as its name goes, was a well-known school that just anyone can’t think of attending. It was meant for just the royals. It was an institution that was founded by the Pack Alpha’s lineage, and the only ones allowed in the school are the elites, as its name says. The kids of the elders, ministers, councils, and Royal guards, not a single commoner was allowed into the school.

AT MY PLACE. Yes_you_suck YAY! PARTY! Will_the_devil SORRY TO BURST YOUR BUBBLE, BUT, ROYAL WEDDINGS CAN TAKE PLACE ONLY AT THE PALACE. Cereal_killer ... I_love_my_mommy ... Yes_you_suck ... I_pooped ... THAT'S EVEN BETTER ISN'T IT? Cereal_killer YASS! WE GET TO SEE THE PALACE AND TASTE THE RICH PEOPLE FOOD. Yes_you_suck

Never in a million years, if someone had told me that one day I would be involved with a prince who's, in fact, real-life royalty, I would have snorted and laughed at their gentle, stupid face. Me and royalty--hah! Me sleeping with a prince—haha, f*ck you! How do you even come up with something that stupid? How have the dice rolled? It feels like yesterday when I saw Ryker at one of those engagements clearly arranged for him to attend to win popularity in the republic by the palace. He showed up in all his glory with palace security details following closely behind him and observing the crowd. Luckily, I was handling the responsibility by the firm to take care of his private function and cat

Tamina asked dropping the ink pen and paper she was using to write her poem. "Did I interrupt something? Jazell asked her gaze shifting to the paper in Tamina's hand. "Yes, my peace of mind." Tamina said then crossed her legs. "You have a beautiful handwriting." Jazell commented honestly, she signalled a maid to pour her a cup of wine. "There is a royal wedding in two days time I expect you to be in the shadows of your room….. scheming." Tamina said picking up the ink pen she dabbed it into an ink bottle on a table in front of her.

I admit. I do not really spend much of my time watching the Court's fashions. I have spent the last few years just trying to survive.The last couple of months has really been even more intense when it comes to my focus on other subjects. I have been so focused on coming up with a plan to steal the crown. "Red is considerend a royal color to some and a demonic color to others. What reason could you have to like the color red? Are you royal or are you a demonic worshiper?" One of the knights say to me.

I pointed out. “That makes sense why he has it but…that would be all the way from Japan!” Raphael voiced. “Japan?”. I aske every confused at this point as much as I wanted to know more I just couldn't comprehend how extensive all of these was. “Yes that ink is only made in Japan, in one specific region of Japan!” Raphael explained … I t stared to make Sen why the word unpopular and I k was coming to mind a lot… It is an unpopular ink. There's no ways our sunder if fork Japan from but anything could be possible at this point seeing that there an ink that can fade in a hours or a day…

Because this time, he wasn’t walking back broken. He was walking back forged. And as the bus thundered closer to Royalty, Collins prayed with everything in him— That he wasn’t too late.