Novel & Cerita Royal Matador

Stacy finally reached the destination. She paid the cab and as soon as she turned around, her breath hitched. The royal hotel certainly lived up to its name. The hotel reached the sky as its glass windows glittered in the moonlight. Inside of the hotel lit with golden lights giving it a royal vibe. There was tight security and she saw many armed men standing surrounding the building. She had never been to any royal suits before. But it seemed very unusual to have this many armed men.

He flashed a last smile and walked out. Tears wailed up in my eyes but I sniffed and hold it back. I felt empty and went back to my chamber. “Milady, Milady, wake up, there's good news”Reena excited voice woke me up. I yawned “What is it? “ “Guess what? We got news, His Majesty got Her Highness and they managed to avoid the war, no one knew what His Majesty gave in exchange for his mother, but they will be back in 3 days, gosh everyone is happy the Palace without His Majesty….. “

Then slowly a man with the air of a mighty wind stepped in Two guards blew their trumpets loud enough for everyone to hear. "His royal majesty, the mighty lion, lord of the seas and the forest. Ruler of the imperial kingdom of Decreash, Regaleon Von Clegane! A guard shrilled in a high-pitched voice. The congregation in the hallway languidly rose to their feet. So did the queens seated at the upper deck of the hall. Ragaleon slowly made his way in, accompanied by his hand, Brandon, and his personal knight.

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.

"Your Highness! You forgot this." Madin had seized a silver tiara that symbolized the royal consort. The tiara was shaped like small-crystalline vines. Crystals decorated the tiara in the shape of leaves. In the middle of the tiara was an extinct sunstone, which shone in a golden glow despite its status. Sidistir grabbed the tiara and looked satisfied at it. His consort would undoubtedly look handsome in it. Akana may look peculiar, but he was no doubt beautiful to look at. Although he seemed strangely unaware of it...

"That's very clever, I'm impressed. I think I might need a little more than this though." "What? Why?" he growls. "Because I don't recall being invited to your mating ceremony or your ascension to the throne and I'm a little hurt." Jax groans in annoyance and falls backwards on the couch. "Look I'm sorry but the dragons were the only ones invited aside from Taylor and Shawn, but they were only there because my mother made them the king and queen of the werewolves." Tikana looks at him closely, narrowing her gaze. "Don't lie to me Jaxon," she says in a warning tone.

Scene towards the kingdom aradonna (colour Golden symbol the red fire) The throne room is grand and opulent, adorned with gilded decorations and tapestries depicting the king's victories. At the center, a massive throne looms, occupied by KING RODERICK, a ruthless and imposing figure. His eyes are cold and calculating, exuding an air of power and authority.

“You'll change your mind once you see this.” He shows me a bunch of images on his phone and I gasp. Ladies brutally beaten—some have their faces torn and stitched, others have bruises all over their skin, and the one that makes a shrill cry escape me is a lifeless body with vampire fang marks all over her skin, even her nipples. “Regal did that,” Matteo said slowly, “to his wives. They're all vampires.” My eyes widens slowly, “his wives?”

The royal party left the capital at first light, the air crisp and heavy with the scent of pine and distant rain. Hooves thundered against the cobblestone streets as King Lucien led the column on his massive black warhorse, Caelan riding beside him on a silver-maned mare. Behind them rode a small but elite guard, and at the rear — deliberately placed — was Prince Rowan Draven.

And just like that, they move on. “Let’s watch something,” Enrique says, weakly, voice still high, grabbing the remote. As if nothing happened. The news channel cuts abruptly, and suddenly, Damion and Logan fill the screen. “MotoGP champion Damion Grimm is on his way to London alongside his best friend, San Francisco 49ers quarterback Logan Blackburn. The Monster Reaper team will attend the annual Royal Charity Race, hosted by the Royal Family. It is speculated that a prince will be present to hand over the winner’s trophy.”