Royal Legacy Novels & Stories

“I have heard that once or twice, but you still aren’t, ” ​“The legends are completely true, Mom. Edemas really did get two kids to safety before the murders happened. They passed those genes down through the generations. The current royal family has been hunting and executing any child born from those heirs. That is exactly who Lyanna is,” I said, gesturing back toward the building. ​Mom went still, looking back and forth between Dad and me. “What is it you’re telling me?”

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

Maison intercepted it with brutal efficiency, his larger wolf form slamming into the attacker with bone-crushing force. More enemies poured from the forest, their numbers far greater than the initial howls had suggested. This wasn't just a raiding, this seemed to be trying to stop the full prophecy from coming to pass, but what Royal line was he even talking about? All four Royal houses fell in the Great Werewolf War. What the hell is he talking about? The Royal Line was a myth, a legend told to pups before bedtime—the original werewolf bloodline from which all others supposedly descended. If that was real...

I am the fourth child of the late Alpha Connor and Luna Marian, and I carry that bloodline with pride. The Royals started a program to help save the European wolves two years ago, according to the rumors. They allow you passage to American and train you. In return, you join the Royal Army, which seems extremely reasonable to me. The Royal Army has fought for over 50 yrs, and The Kings fight in every battle. They stand for every single wolf, and I plan to stand next to them. I finally made some connections and got myself a spot on the Royals ship. Tomorrow at 9 am I leave. I was supposed to leave with the group I was camping with... we will see how many make it tomorrow.

I start taking in my surroundings. Across the marble courtyard, other heirs arrive in waves. Trust fund royals with imperious airs. Political dynasties disguised as innocents. Corporate empires paraded in the guise of families. And above us, carved into the stone archway, the words glare down at me like a decree: LEGACY IS LAW.

“Surely those are the parts of his legacy you were referring to.” “Yes,” she replied too quickly. “Yes, of course.” “A legacy,” the Alpha continued, “he was able to build as the child of a monarch, for it is only when surrounded by royal politics that one can truly learn and understand the intricate nuances of what is required in such a pivotal role for our country. That is the type of environment our queen has been in, absorbing all that crucial experience that mere Alphas such as ourselves and Alpha Donovan could never understand.” Well, shit.

“Our preliminary theme is Royal Heritage. Crowns, tiaras, crests, symbols of majesty and wealth. It aligns with King Group’s reputation and will photograph beautifully.” Stella clapped softly, delighted. “Yes, I can already picture it.” But Charles frowned slightly. “It’s good. But it lacks depth. We want this centennial line to carry meaning. Something people will remember in fifty years, not just admire for a season.” A brief silence fell. Ava’s smile wavered for a fraction of a second. And then Nicolas, who had been lounging in silence, shifted his gaze. His voice was calm, but the edge of mockery was sharp enough to cut.

"What truth? What do you mean by ‘older?’" The Duke’s expression darkened, his eyes locking onto hers with a look that made her stomach churn. "There’s a legacy, Victoria. A legacy that stretches back long before either of us were born. Your family—your blood—has been tied to this legacy for centuries. And now, it’s your turn to play your part." Victoria blinked, trying to make sense of his words. "My family? I don’t understand. What does my family have to do with this?" The Duke stepped forward, his voice lowering to a whisper. "Everything. Your bloodline holds the key to unlocking the power we’ve all been fighting for. And that power will change everything—everything we know."

I demand, my head still resting over Elijah’s heart. “You are my granddaughter, and you have Alpha blood from two lines, whereas your mother’s is divine from me, and your father is from an old line of Royal blood - not that he knows this. They were smuggled out and hidden when the last Royal family was slaughtered 200 years ago. You are their descendant, and you and your mate are the King and Queen of werewolves. It is time the Royals once again bring peace and prosperity to your species.” The room is eerie silent after her words, and I feel like my world once again has been turned upside down. Fuck!

"My lord..." "The Blood Seal has been broken." And the hooded figure lifted their head. "So..." Their voice carried quiet satisfaction. "The heir has opened the First Legacy." They smiled under the shadows. "Then there is no more time." They placed one gloved finger upon the Northern Kingdom. "Send word to every ally." "The game our ancestors began...finally enters its next move.