Royal Last Names Fantasy Novels & Stories

Said the Emperor. Russel, the third Prince, expected more praise from the Emperor but that was all that was given to him. He was disappointed. 'Shouldn't establishing a connection with the Ronnenberg Family can help me take the title of crown Prince?!' He was gritting his teeth at the back of his mind.

As if his glare would intimidate me, ha! In my first demon form the pull to listen to my demons desires was not as strong, but it was too late. I already have come this far, I might as well continue. "My name is Cziro Marcus Amon." My voice was strong and clear. They eyes opened wide in shock as they realized I had the royal family last name. Not only did I look exactly like their late king, but I also just so happened to carry the same last name.

"You should have started with that. It's been so long since I heard my true name uttered again. So you did a little research, but what can you really do for me and how did you know all of this?" "I consulted Constellicia before going to you and now I know about your past. You're much more of a nobility than Offelia, Geneva, Gallen, and even the Venice family because you came from the noble house of Pendragon. The original family that ruled the Macedonian empire, formerly known as Camelot before the death of King Arthur. Your mother was a direct descendant of King Arthur himself making you the last true-born princess. You were even supposed to marry the prince of Neo Macedonia but Constellici

Hearing this from a commoner, he turned his neck to take one quick look at his soldier, Cyprus and then back to the dragons. "Dragons! My name is Nathan Blackmark and I am the last one to sit on the throne. I promise you the blood of our loved ones won't be wasted. I am not going to lie to you all...but I had a qualm about my first cousin, Nixer. And as we all know that he's been imprisoned in the castle of Dire valley."

"Hold on! If they are twins, then Why the last names are different?" Bryan frowned, "Actually, they did have the same last names. It's just after leaving the castle, King James didn't want to continue using the royal name. He took on the last name of his wife, Skylar. That's why they are different." Ryan stayed pissed off beyond measure. His mate would have died years ago and he might never have realized it. What if he had never found her? What if she had really died? Just the thought of losing her was making him go crazy. Ryan decided He was never going to let her out of his sight. White wolf or not, she was his mate. No one was going to take her away from him.

Mrs Cole said and hurried out of Kayla's workshop. Royalties hide their last names in order to keep their identity, but not many people know that. Mrs Cole is so sure that Andrew in Dominic's school is the prince of King City, or why else wouldn't he have a last name? Who doesn't have a last name! "Damian" Mrs Cole called as she walked into his room. He was sitting on his bed, working on his laptop. "Mum," he said without raising his head. She sat on the bed beside him...

Jacinda chuckles nastily. "Stop with the games and tell me!" I snap, annoyed and frustrated. "Hmm. Just this once. I assume you've heard of Prince Alexander Filipe Reginald Kensington-Wield, the Crown Prince of the Lycanthrope Kingdom?" She reveals lazily, as if we are just discussing the weather. "Vaguely..." I whisper, the pieces of the puzzle finally coming together.

She realized the shape of the flag's emblem. Fortis royal flag! That means she was currently in the capital city of Centralis! She was in the Great Palace of the Fortis kingdom! Astrid recalled the full name of King Fortis. She just realized. The name of King Fortis was Damien Leonardus Fortis. Often referred to as King Damien. However, when he was wandering around in disguise, King Damien used his middle name not to be recognized. His face looked youthful for hundreds of years, thanks to the magic power he possessed. Astrid cursed herself. Why had she never realized it all this time? Even though this story was often heard in between bounty hunter's conversations, she didn’t notice at all.

Jayden let out a bitter, broken laugh, shaking his head like a madman. "Bullshit!" he spat. "The royal family's surname is Vanslord! This man’s name is Castielle!" The elder gave a thin, knowing smile, the kind that made Jo’s skin prickle. "You are half-correct," he said. "Castielle... is his middle name." And with that, the final elder lowered himself onto his seat, leaving Dante standing alone at the center of the courtyard, the weight of his bloodline hanging heavy in the stunned silence.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.