Royal Legacy Novels & Stories

“You were convenient. And Royal. That was the point.” My knees nearly gave out. I gripped the wall to stay upright. Behind him, Harper said nothing. She just looked away. I realized I was nothing more than a legacy Lucas needed to control. The werewolf Royal bloodline still pulsed in my veins, ancient and wild, but Lucas was the rising sun—the soon-to-be Lycan King. The future everyone bowed to. “I’m the one they’ll crown,” he murmured, stepping closer. “And a king can have any woman he wants.”

Birthed as the direct descendants of the human race it was no surprise that the royal family had one of the purest and highest manas. Due to the high level of mana reserves within their body, every royal was born with an ability or two and only ever once—three. With such abilities it was no wonder the royals of the human race were respected as if offended, one would be making a formidable foe to battle for all ages as they barely let go of grudges however this was also so for favors as one who has ever given them favor will never be forgotten and would have their loyalty for ages to come.

A thousand years passed and the curse continued with no way to stop it but fate had a lot for the new generation of the Anderson royal family The royal Anderson family tree King Julius- Queen Qetiyah👑 I Prince George, Princess Amelia. I King George- Queen Maria I Prince Martins, prince Harold. I King Martins Queen Lydia I Prince Lucas, princess Julianna. I King Lucas -Queen Venus (1940-2021)- This is where the story starts from. I Prince Percy, princess mia, prince harry.

If she didn't know, then it wouldn't be true. Except she was already at the book. “The Law of Princely Marriage: The royal heir, be it male or female must wed of noble blood. No other suitors may be entertained.” “No,” she gasped, but the words stayed the same. Frantic, she pulled her phone out of her clutch and googled the law. It was a real law. There were no repeals. All Orsino marriages were of noble heritage. The latest one listed was between King Carlo and Lady Magdalena Dunhill.

Planet Royal was located at the center of the Milky Way majestically and imposingly, like a king. Such was Planet Royal, a planet everyone in the Milky Way yearned for. According to legend, anyone born on Planet Royal would get the Milky Way’s blessing and luck. Therefore, countless forces in the Milky Way would feel proud to have a small house on Planet Royal. However, not many people among the millions of living planets and hundreds of thousands of big and small forces could achieve this. This was because money could not buy something like this. Planet Royal was controlled by the royal family of the Milky Way Empire, the Barlowe family.

The north agrees with you, he offers, pauses just long enough to sting - it strips things down, makes them bare. Stuck at the door, I stay. Cold air fills the space between us. Silence grows longer on purpose. He should notice how out of place he feels here. This place does not belong to him. From far away you traveled, Prestwick. Urgent work for the king likely brought you “It is a matter of legacy. And mercy.” He draws a scroll from within his cloak, the royal seal a lump of blood-red wax. “His Majesty, in his final days, is moved to clemency. He wishes to heal the rifts in his kingdom.”

My hand will own her waist and I will drive into her honeypot until she’s breathless. The third—my mouth is on her breast; her fingers are buried in my hair and her body is full with my seed. “Your Majesty?” “Your Majesty?” I blink and realize that I am in front of sixty-two ministers of the parliament and just like the number, this parliament is called the Sixty-Two Fangs. “Yes?” I exhale, resting my elbows on the wolf-bone arms of my throne. “We have reason to believe that our future queen is not willing to let go of her human culture yet.” Kaden, the Minister of Legacies, starts. Legacy meaning, it’s his job is to make sure our tradition does not move an inch.

Carved into its surface, deep and deliberate, were three words scorched in ash and blood: BLOOD CROWNS NEVER REST. The words shimmered red in the firelight, bleeding like a wound that refused to close. Bianca reached out and brushed the engraving with her gloved fingers. The heat stung. Legacy. That’s what this was. Not survival. Not revenge. Legacy written in blood, passed from queen to queen like a curse. Behind her, Matteo burst through the smoke, coughing, eyes wide with panic. “Bianca! We have to go. this place is rigged ”

Stone pressed against him, his gray fur ruffled, the firedlight reflecting in his amber eyes, the clearing a sanctuary, the warmth a shared memory. The night deepened, the stars shining brightly above, the firelight crackling, the warmth of the clearing a sanctuary for their centennial celebration, the Dawn Pack’s legacy a radiant flame in the dark, their love a light that burned eternal, the Lunar Legacy a tale of victory, unity, and hope that echoed through the ages, carried forward by their descendants, the forest a timeless witness to their story.

Shex explained. “And it’s not that easy for us? Why?” Lex asked. “No. Because all the royals lead back to the Creators. That's why each Royal family starts in a different region. But as you know some of the Royal have decided to abdicate their position and become Common. The regular data base has to search through its archives and then the Royal data base searches its archives and then a third data base looks for the heirs that went from being Royal to Common. It can sometimes take years for this search to be done. Which is why we had arranged Mates for a while.” Mera explained.