Romans & histoires Royal Mysteries

I looked up at him, glaring daggers, and he shook his head, muttering under his breath, "Royals." "You didn't seem to complain much about one joining your own pack," a playful female voice teased in response, coming from behind me. It made Marcus stop in his tracks. "Luna," he said in surprise, "Well.. I didn't know about it at first, did I?" She laughed softly in response, moving to his side, our eyes finally meeting. I gasped, as hers glowed in that familiar, royal shade of purple, for just a brief moment.

My hand was looped through Christian’s arm, and his steady presence was the only thing keeping me grounded as the double doors slowly creaked open. The sight before me took my breath away—the hall was illuminated by soft, golden lights reflecting off the high ceilings. The decorations were nothing short of grand, with elegant tapestries and rich emeralds and golds lining the walls. Christian had truly outdone himself. My gaze swept across the room, seeing the sea of pack members and allies standing beneath us, waiting, their heads turned toward the staircase. Dominic’s booming voice echoed across the hall, his words carrying the weight of ceremony and honor. “Please welcome Royal Beta Christ

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.

The head captain shook his head and stood up, his expression a little weird. He kept muttering to himself, “It can’t be. The members of the nine royal families should be on the upper floor. Besides, their territories have been clearly defined by the top. And among the nine royal families, the White Marsh is the most mysterious, so how could their symbol appear here?” When the members of the Draco Corps heard the head captain's mumbling, they asked, “Boss, what are you talking about? What royal family?” Hearing that question, the head captain simply shook his head.

"Oh my, greetings your highness, the Crown Prince. May I know what business you have in the Lilac Palace?" The Crown Prince was clearly disappointed by Harrold's sudden interference. "Yes, I need to speak to Russel. Where is he?" "He is at thedining room, your highness." "I see. Then I shall take my leave... I hope to see you again sometime, Princess Lianne." Then the Crown Prince left. "...you should be more careful when you're by yourself, sir Louie." Harrold immediately warns him. "People might accidentally find out about this royal secret, and that can bring you to ruins."

Except this time, I didn't know if she would ever open those majestic blue eyes again. The thought punched me straight in the fucking gut. I couldn't go there. Not yet. “Do you know your future Queen is a doctor?” I asked Dr. Richman suddenly. His eyes moved toward Morgan. “I've heard.” He smiled. “She must be a brilliant one.” Despite everything, a smile tugged at my mouth. “She is.” Hell yeah, she was. “My princess is fucking brilliant.” King Damian looked at me. For the first time in hours, something other than devastation appeared in his eyes.

Bigla akong kinalabit ni Donna mukhang gaya ko ay na excite din siya. "Diba nasa loob nyan ang mga old portraits ng mga previous royals?" Bulong nito. I nod. "Yes and alam ko exclusive lang yan for the members of the Royal Family. Suwerte natin today.” I can’t help the knowing smirk on my face when we went inside the impressive room. High vaulted ceiling with dark wood arches that gives the place an impressive clasic vibe. Sa mga walls nito ay makikita na naka sabit ang mga portrait paintings ng mga naging Kings and Queens ng bansa. Sa bandang ibaba ng bawat portrait ay ang brass nameplate kung saan nakaukit ang bawat pangalan ng mga nagdaang monarch.

“Don’t get too comfortable. I’m taking it back next year.” Roman laughed. “We’ll see about that.” The crowd laughed with them. I couldn’t stop looking at the ribbon. I still couldn’t believe this was the mysterious Royal Ribbon everyone had guarded like the kingdom’s greatest treasure. The more I stared at it, the more little details I noticed. One felt letter sat just a little higher than the others. A ribbon tail curled where the glue had dried thicker than intended. Glitter continued drifting off every time Roman shifted it in his hands. It was… Absolutely ridiculous. And somehow… I loved it.

Gabriel asked her. He looked at the witch, his brow furrowed in a way that made him look almost pained… maybe he wanted it to be a mistake. I could see it in the way his jaw was working, his muscles were now tense under his shirt. If I was royal, everything changed. The rogue he was keeping wasn't just a stray anymore now I am a political landmine. “I’m positive. It’s a unique mark, a signature of the royal witchdom. I’ve seen descriptions of it in texts that have been locked away for centuries. Why it’s imprinted on her skin specifically remains a mystery, but it doesn't just happen by accident.”

Trinity’s POV The royal library was a world of its own—tall, arched ceilings cloaked in silent shadows, the faint scent of aged parchment and polished mahogany drifting through the air like a comforting embrace. It was much colder here than in my room, and yet I felt oddly more alive. Surrounded by books with titles like Mystics of the Moon, The Forgotten Bloodlines, and Lunar Heritage: Gifts from the Goddess. Honestly it didn't feel like I was still trapped in a palace, rather in a world of paradise.