Royal Inked Novels & Stories

"Well this is interesting" He seems suddenly excited. I swat his hands away as his eyes darken. He's mind-linking. Suddenly a man steps in holding a dagger. "Don't get me wrong, it's a pretty little mark. A crown to represent the Prince- soon to be King. But the thing is, Miss Turner, he won't be the King" I watch as he waves the dagger in front of my face. My eyes follow the path of the blade as it moves just in front of me face. My mark actually begins to tingle with pain. "As of tonight, your mate's pack will die"

I remember when my father asked them for alliance, they said they don't involve themselves in royal politics. Why are they picking interest now? “How did they get evidence when the bribery never happened?” I asked. “I don't know how to explain it but they rendered a document as proof.” “What kind of documents?” “A written contract stamped by our royal seal,” she answered. I let out a sharp breath of disbelief. “That’s ridiculous.” “I can't say less.” “Did anyone in the family sign anything?” I asked. “No.” “Then how did they get a contract with our seal on it?”

Zarek The first rule about being a prince was to not let anyone know your inner thoughts, not even yourself. The second was to stay calm, never act on impulse. But the second I stepped into Aziel's bedroom, flipped through the papers on his drawers, everything went out the window. Especially after Luka had mentioned something new, my mind wouldn't rest until I uncovered the truth. I took out the brown envelopes carefully arranged with labels on them. The faint scent of ink and paper hit me like a lure I couldn’t resist.

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

I finished it. When the ink dried, I folded the parchment carefully twice. Exactly the way she had instructed years earlier. I reached into the drawer beside the desk and removed a thick cream-colored envelope. Unlike ordinary envelopes, this one bore an embossed silver crest pressed into the wax seal. Elegant. Expensive. Recognizable. Anyone familiar with royal correspondence would have known immediately where it had originated.

My heart was hammering in me at that point. I pulled it out and I couldn’t help as the rest of the envelope and my card went flying in the air. Abraham quickly picked it up. It was a red royal envelope with the royal vampire crest. It shook in my hand and I was not sure I was ready to look in to it. My breaths shortened as I started to hyperventilate. My feet shuffled around as I stared at it. I sat down on the ground only to stand back up. I felt the tears burn and began blowing air out to hold my emotions in. My fingers broke the seal with the cover flipped back. The thick and rich cream folded parchment stared back at me. This was an official royal letter. It would only bring overly good

DRAVEN’S POV The parchment felt heavy in my gauntleted hands, the imperial seal cracked into jagged flakes of scarlet wax. I stared down at the crisp, ornate handwriting of the royal scribe. The ink was barely dry, detailing the grand ceremony scheduled to take place in the southern port city of Oakhaven Bay.

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A middle-aged man with a high temperament appeared at the entrance followed by another four men behind her. Carissa’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t have to guess. These five people were the Royal Packs Leaders. Their aura was combined and Carissa couldn’t help herself from backing away unconsciously. Her pupil shranks as sweat rolled down her back. She was a princess from the Hunter’s Royal Tribes indeed. But, faced with these aged people in front of her made her confidence swayed slightly.

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.