Royal Last Names Fantasy Novels & Stories

*** Aurora As we sat at the small table in the living room, tea steaming gently between us, I turned to my grandmother with a question heavy on my mind. "So, my father's name is Ferdinand?" I asked, trying to piece together the fragmented history of my lineage. My grandmother nodded. "Yes, he was the rightful heir to the Werewolves' Royal Kingdom, until his younger brother Richard usurped the throne and exiled him." She sipped her tea calmly. "With Richard's death, the succession of the Royal Kingdom fell to General Victor, but some still yearn for the true royal bloodline, which lies either with your father or Prince Nicholas. If Prince Nicholas were to be eliminated or renounce his claim,

Pink peeked at the royal family and their relatives. Crown Prince Aidan (lion), King Ibrahim (lion), Queen Liliana (Hyena), Grand Duke Yusoff (lion), Duke Ajiad (lion), King Ali (wingsman), Lord Musa (lion) and Daud (lion). “I don’t find it funny to see these races come together.” She expressed her bizarre inner thoughts heartlessly. “Err, excuse me, Lord Pink. Whatever you mean by that?” Musa’s frigid body language was enough to express his disliking of the grumpy bunny.

“Uh, who is this majesty that you are talking about?...” It was the woman’s turn to leave her mouth hanging open. Eventually, she cleared her throat, “It’s none other than Langrey –formally known as his Imperial Majesty, Prince Langrion Zephiry Romualdi, the king’s nephew and one of the heirs to the throne. Or maybe you can call him Langrey too. It might be a good idea to create the illusion that you are close enough and that the engagement wasn’t rushed in, like, a day...or in a few minutes.”

All Madonie wanted to celebrate and make this Christmas special for their new princes and princesses. We’ve been often asked which heirs were mine, but we never tell. Sure, we gave Caspian and Aragon my surname, while our girls Amaryllis and Éowyn have Darren’s. But that’s not common knowledge. And I don’t know if I’ll keep it that way. I’ve considered updating their official birth certificates to Delaney-D’Amore for all four.

“Is it yours?” “Yes.” I knew he was rich, but who the hell could afford to buy a castle? “This place must have cost a fortune.” “It didn’t cost me anything. I’m descended from the House of Alpin.” I wasn’t going to sugarcoat it. I didn’t know shit about world history. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what that means…” “My bloodline comes from royalty. My ancestors used to rule over Scotland. I’m the last living descendant of the house. Therefore, it’s mine.”

“But I'm not sure how this all relates.” “It means, my dear child, that your father is of royal blood,” Carlo explained, his eyes lighting up. “With his lineage, not only is he royal blood, but he can be knighted for his ancestor's battle bravery. If your father becomes a Knight of Orsino, and you are his next of kin, then you are no longer considered common blood. Far from it.” Sabrina's knees went weak and she held onto Marco for support. “You mean...” she whispered.

Hayden adopted his last name, but chose to keep the name Hayden. He and Leila got married soon after the birth of their son and things in their pack have been going smoothly. They changed the name of the pack to the Red Moon Pack. They all wanted a new beginning, so they welcomed the change. Azuela, Dahlia, and Angelina are due to give birth any time now. Today however, is the inauguration of the Royals. They were officially taking up their roles as the Kings and Queens of their respective kingdoms. The Councils gave us two months’ worth of problems, until Lucia and Draco set them in place.

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.

One of the workers unfolded the nearest bundle carefully before freezing completely. His expression changed instantly. “What?” Jax asked. The engineer handed me the paper silently. It was a list of names. Families. Locations. My chest tightened immediately when I realized what I was looking at. Records of descendants. Hidden descendants. The royal bloodline never disappeared after the kingdom collapsed. It scattered. Jax moved closer again while I kept reading. “Oh, this keeps getting worse.” One section near the bottom had been marked differently from the others. Black ink circled the final names repeatedly like whoever wrote it considered them important.

“The first time I met you in the forest, you were planning to run away from him, right? A weak and incompetent human...” Daphne glared at him. He didn’t have the right to bring up that night even if he was right. “I won't leave him now! Just you wait, he will beat you!” Owen shrugged, leaning back to lounge in the chair, “Oh, I'll wait. I’m counting on him coming. After all, we're the two remaining Royals.” She frowned. What did he mean by that? Was that their last name or was he talking about actual royalty?