Novel & Cerita Royal Mysteries

Mikki Auclair was standing in front of her brother’s office, the Royal King, trying to hear what was going on inside. She had just come back from her piano lesson, and her best friend Aleta told her that a very handsome man had walked into the palace and headed straight to the Alpha's office, and since no one seemed to know who the man was, Mikki was curious.

“Priestess, please come in,” he said and offered her a seat but she kept standing. “I can tell you are worried but it’s okay. Everything seems to be ready now, soon she will be awakening but there are a few things you need to bear in mind before she does.” “I think I heard enough of it.” “It’s not what you heard but something else different.” “Tell me.” “Rules are rules and we have to abide by them. The royal tailor department received orders already so don’t panic. When she woke up, she won’t be able to dress like any usual lady out there but she must wear what her predecessors used to wear.”

A deep cruel voice asked from the shadow of the darkness. "Yes, they all are." "Good, this is good news indeed." The evil voice then faded just as it had swiftly come with the culprit, leaving to go celebrate. After all, this was a great achievement indeed…the successful royal assassination...of an entire Supreme Royal family dynasty. ~ As soon as silence befell the place, Queen Sophia immediately opened her eyes. Rousing from her fake pretense of playing dead and lifeless,

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.

Billions of hearts were in tears upon hearing the news of Alexander's wedding today. However, he remained expressionless, the setup triggering dark memories within him. He swallowed them down, hoping to forget them soon. "Elsa is missing," Ron Taylor confessed to his wife, trembling in fear. Meanwhile, in the main hall: "Boss, Madam Elsa has disappeared," Mac reported promptly. Before her parents could find out, Mac had already uncovered the truth. Alex turned his attention to the Taylors, who were visibly shaken to know if he was also aware of this or not.

Honestly, I think I'm in the wrong Royal Manor- no way are these people the viscous King and Queen of Black Shadow Pack I've grown up hearing about. Tuesday morning, I've been here ten days. Almost like a robot, I get out of bed, stretch until my back clicks before pulling on my running clothes. I bought new ones with Alice and I think the dark purple sports top and black running shorts are my favourite. The top ends just above the base of my ribs, beneath my breasts. I make my way towards the front door, tying my hair up as I jog down the stairs. I pass several omegas, who dip their heads with a smile towards me. I skip down the front steps, ignoring the way my wolf warns me about being fol

Zarek The first rule about being a prince was to not let anyone know your inner thoughts, not even yourself. The second was to stay calm, never act on impulse. But the second I stepped into Aziel's bedroom, flipped through the papers on his drawers, everything went out the window. Especially after Luka had mentioned something new, my mind wouldn't rest until I uncovered the truth. I took out the brown envelopes carefully arranged with labels on them. The faint scent of ink and paper hit me like a lure I couldn’t resist.

he began. The lump returned to my throat. Something serious. What could it be? “At the Summer Solstice Festival, many royals will attend,” he explained, and I nodded. “And royals love…” He tasted the word. “Making deals. Bargains, if you will.” His ice-blue eyes locked onto mine. “Never—and I mean never—make a deal with any of them. They will try to deceive you.” “Of course,” I answered, feeling my eyebrows pull together.

'That is why we must get to the root of everything and know who is behind this,' he said again. 'Do you think this has to do with the Royal household and our take over?' Roy asked. Royal household? I had never heard of that. I knew Rave once said that the color of her eyes that matches the Luna's and that of our mates signifies royalty. 'Is it just me or can you also perceive Raven's scent in the air?' Roman suddenly asked and I took that as my cue to stop eavesdropping on my mates and let them know I was there.

Her hair fell around her face like a shield, and she was scribbling notes with the kind of intensity that meant she'd discovered something big. I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she kept glancing around like she expected someone to sneak up on her. Whatever she was researching, it wasn't for a school project. I grabbed a random economics textbook and settled at a table where I could keep an eye on her without being obvious about it. From here, I could see the cover of her book. "The Dark Royals." “Shit.” “That's not good,” my wolf agreed. “Ancient pack histories are full of dangerous information. Things people killed to keep secret.”