Royal Kill Novels & Stories

The royals seem like an interesting lot of people. "The last royal mate couple who was ambushed by the rogue and were murdered brutally," elder Raoul continues to explain with a hint of sadness in his tone. "Oh! I didn't know," I exclaim trying to connect it with the appearance of a witch spy in our school. "What do you know about the royal wolves?" Elder Alarick asks making me think. "I only know that a large number of wolves were killed in the royal war that is when the rogues attacked the royals in an ambush and that today, there is no living royal among us." I tell them.

I hope that if my mate is here this evening, he will be as happy with me as a mate as I will be grateful for him. Kafei had attended the annual Howling each year almost as long as her brother Tibarn, many unmated male wolves feared the Royal Princess, but not because she was a cruel wolf, far from it, but even now, Kafeiś tiny hands lay hidden ensconced in special black gloves; Kafei was the Eoyal hands of death, her touch skin to skin killed instantly. The last Royal to speak was young Kai; the excitement staining the air as she-wolves of all ages hoped to be the lucky one to claim his heart.

I don’t know exactly what the story is but the hatred has been passed from generation to generation. Even to date, the western wolves would do anything to gain favors and recognition from the royals and a tribute is given to the king whenever the occasion calls for it. About a week ago, the former king passed on and was laid to rest almost immediately. However, a ceremony was to be conducted after seven days which is today and all packs under the western wolves are giving out some of their pack members; well more like servants from their pack to the royals as a form of tribute to the late king. It is plain tradition and there’s no escaping it.

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.

Now all Akana wanted was for him to close it. "I wear the royal title Rial Cariad. Royal consort. This makes me royal. I thought priests of Aevitism learn some general knowledge? Or are you trying to say that Eitir doesn't have the status required to have royalty?" The silence laid thick in the room, and as no one had anything to utter, Akana continued.

Cereal_killer OH, HEY THERE, MY IDOL. Quinn_beach WHAT? LMAO. Cereal_killer ANY GIRL WHO CAN SLAP A ROYAL IN FRONT OF A GATHERING, IS AUTOMATICALLY MY IDOL. The_real_prince_charming OH, THERE'S NOT JUST CHARLES, HAVE YOU GUYS HEARD ABOUT WHAT QUINN DID TO THE GUY WHO...WAIT, WHAT WAS HIS NAME? Not_annabelle (Anna) GUYS, I THINK YOU SHOULD STOP... Cereal_killer

Daniel stormed into the palace, his footsteps echoing sharply against the marble floors of the palace hall. The massive doors slammed behind him with a thud that seemed to shake the ancient chandeliers overhead. Servants scattered at the sight of his furious expression, bowing hastily and disappearing into side corridors. His blood was boiling. He didn’t bother knocking as he pushed open the doors to the royal study. Inside, his parents sat waiting like kings on their thrones. King Reginald Knight leaned back in his high backed leather chair, fingers placed under his chin, while Queen Eleanor sat beside him, her posture elegant and proud, a diamond necklace glittering coldly on her neck.

Prime minister Dan appealed, he is the King's in law so he had a bit of guts. “Very well then,kill the traitor Emmanuel Anderson. As for his family, they knew nothing about this so I banish them, they are never to set foot in this kingdom again” His Majesty rose and stripped out of the court in heavy steps. The whole palace was dead, alot of people dead the night before and the king could feel the bad energy in the air. The king looked at the corpse on the floor, this time they losed more than a thousand soldiers and maids.

Small talk annoys me, shallow she-wolves irritate me, and flirty males infuriate me. "You're hopeless sometimes Bella." That's all Kelly says as we exit the elevator and walk towards the palace exit. "Hopeless at beauty, but at least my priorities are on my people and the Royal Pack." I chuckle out. Kelly can't dispute this logic as she gives me a helpless look. Ever since my brother Ryder passed away four years ago, I became the next in line to inherit the throne. I still remember watching the silver bullet pierce his heart, and his eyes full of fear and worry as he stared at me. An assassin from the Demon clans had snuck into the Royal Pack - Nightlock Thorns - territory while the two of u

“I warned you… love would destroy you. And here you are. Still... I haven’t completely given up on you. Mirko wants the crown. But if you kill him tonight and bring me his head… I’ll consider taking you back. As for the woman and her son, do what you want. Just prove to me you’re not a lost cause.” The line went dead. Silence settled, heavy as stone. Then I looked at Mirko. That grin on his face mean he had no clue what Alexandro was playing at. And then, it all made sense... This wasn’t about Giulia. This was about me. He wanted me on the throne I had already rejected and this was supposed to bring me to my senses.... But, Mirko became the last threat standing between me and the throne. ***