Novel & Cerita Royal Matador

I am going to pass out. "Come in!" The door swings open with a creak and an intimidating guard marches in. "Your Highness," He bows "Felix!" Laudia breathes in relief, clutching her chest at the sight of her mate. Dressed in a black tunic with a black breastplate, his broad shoulders stretch the fabric, a salivating sight to every female. Engraved on it is a purple cross with vines wound around it, the kingdom's logo. But what drew immediate attention to him was not his striking build but his flaming red hair, each strand like embers of a dying flame.

"Well this is interesting" He seems suddenly excited. I swat his hands away as his eyes darken. He's mind-linking. Suddenly a man steps in holding a dagger. "Don't get me wrong, it's a pretty little mark. A crown to represent the Prince- soon to be King. But the thing is, Miss Turner, he won't be the King" I watch as he waves the dagger in front of my face. My eyes follow the path of the blade as it moves just in front of me face. My mark actually begins to tingle with pain. "As of tonight, your mate's pack will die"

CAMILLA RYDER The Lamborghini purred away as I stepped onto the red carpet laid before the towering glass doors of the grand opening venue. My eyes instantly caught the massive banner above — Liam’s face looming on it, bold and arrogantly posed like some kind of messiah to the business world.

The only time I’d see him since Dad passed is when there is a spiritual ceremony that requires the pack coming together in the great Hall or the throne room and he is usually far from the crowd. Alpha Roderick, the king of Stormhalt is still a handsome man, despite his sixty-five years. His blond hair has silvered close to his ear and his body is still lithe and muscular in his royal regalia. Looking at him, it’s clear where his sons got their drop dead gorgeous look from. “She’s my best friend, Dad… Kendra… don’t you remember her?” Anna groans softly, pulling out a chair to sit, “She is here to help me plan the Royal mask ceremony.”

"Why would I trust you? How can I be sure that you're telling the truth?" Oh. Tough one. Demitri sighed and then he showed the pendant of his necklace. "Do you recognize Solterra's royal ensign?" "Or maybe you want some sample? I'm sure it reached to you what are the abilities of Solterra's princes?" I gasped when a dagger flew on thin air and trailed Orion's edges but didn't touch a bit of his skin. The dagger then flew towards the woman and was placed just an inch above the her head that made her shrieked.

He muttered to himself as he made his way to Mark's room, on getting to the room, Mato was still lying uncounsious on the bed making him sign dramatically, he walked towards the bed and sat on a stool beside the bed, he opened the box and brought out the herb, immediately the scent of the herb got to Mato's nose, and after inhaling it, his breathing became fast and abnormal, almost forceful, he became short of breath, Chardon opened his mouth wide enough for the leaf to pass through, he then plugged out a leaf and placed it on his lips, he knows that doing this is very risky, but there is no other option, he can't just leave him to die like that without even trying his possible best, he thou

Maria asked knowingly with a smile on her face. “No no it’s alright.” Mattel immediately disagreed. “It’s fine, I’ll go myself. You can head out.” The head maid bowed a little before taking her leave out of the royal room. Mattel sighed falling back on the chair he was sitting in. He was disturbed about what to do. Find Regina. Or let her be. If in case, she was his mate then his life depended on her. Mattel sighed as he reached over for the royal messenger letter deciding to seek advice from his friend.

muttered one. Then they stood up straight, raised golden trumpets to their mouths, and let forth a fanfare that gave me the willies. The doors parted abruptly. It was so dazzling that I nearly lost my balance. In front of me was a red carpet adorned with sparkling finery. With a proud look on his face, Mathias was waiting at the end of the carpet. "Introducing Lady Autumn, mate to our esteemed Mathias, former Lycan King of Shadow Realm pack," a loudspeaker proclaimed.

I stood, amidst twenty others, as we were the ones who had made it to the finals. Everyone who came to watch or support were seated while we stood on the stage for their display. The commentator appeared, approaching the pulpit. “I welcome everyone to the most anticipated Royal Final!” The crowd cheered, “We come here every year to watch the geniuses in all the kingdoms far and wide compete to lift their kingdoms to greater heights.” He turned towards us, “Of course, every year we celebrate those who have worked hard to gather unbelievable scores. This year they are five. Firstly, the Raven wood pack’s very own Alpha Roman, Chief Fenrir from the Central Academy, Warwick Kingdom’s beta warrio

“Julian is… entertaining. The typical story everyone would like. But Rowan?” I paused deliberately, rolling my eyes in a flirtatious manner. “Rowan is legacy.” Camilla blinked. “Legacy?” “He’s literally royalty,” I said. “The second son of the English royal family. That’s not just a regular status… that’s history.” Chloe tilted her head. “You don’t even like all that royal pressure stuff.” “I don’t,” I agreed. “But If it is with Rowan, it's different.” Julian is best for attention, but Rowan wasn't the type to get involved with it.There was something far more compelling about someone who carried weight quietly. He held himself like he didn’t need anyone’s approval. Which meant winning his at