Royal Mysteries Novels & Stories

After almost a minute, a single leg steps inside, for a moment before the person appear. She stood by the door for a minute, head hell high, as her gaze travel directly to one person. She then started walking directly towards where the royals are sitting down. She majestically walk with grace and power. Her head is held high like a true Queen, looking directly at one person with lips curve to a smile. She wore a simple Ankara gown with a rose gold color Alkaybba which is following her at least 5 meters behind. Five maids by either of her sides follows behind also dressed in a marching attire.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

I admit. I do not really spend much of my time watching the Court's fashions. I have spent the last few years just trying to survive.The last couple of months has really been even more intense when it comes to my focus on other subjects. I have been so focused on coming up with a plan to steal the crown. "Red is considerend a royal color to some and a demonic color to others. What reason could you have to like the color red? Are you royal or are you a demonic worshiper?" One of the knights say to me.

Doing it this way will ensure its her magic and no other royals magic and that it won't be dark. Royal magic is the hardest magic to tell whos is who's. I could start to replicate an animal and it ends up being a dragon because I tapped into The God of mystical creatures kind of magic instead of The Goddess of Exotic Mystical animals. It's complicated, luckily I kind of know what I'm doing otherwise I would've just went for it and risked it all.

Confidence sparkled in those luminous eyes. Her energy infected Barry. He chuckled, turned, and went to change. He was curious to see exactly how she planned to persuade Nick’s partner. Royal No. 1. Benjamin brought Amanda here for dinner. Royal No. 1 was vast—a luxury complex with everything: dining, entertainment, leisure. Its mysterious owner was known only as Master Ninth. Everyone had heard of him, but no one had ever seen his true face. Reaching the top floor, they were greeted with sweeping views and dazzling lights. The city stretched beneath them in shining rows, the beauty of its prosperity seemingly veiling the filth of human greed, leaving only splendor.

He was going to be giving her and I a brief background since Pixie already knew that much, and then he’d be letting us in on what we really wanted to know. We arrived at a huge door with a pin pad and biometric scanner on it. “These are the royal archives, and only us as royals, together with a select staff, have access to these archives.” We nodded in understanding and he turned around and first entered a password on the pin pad, before getting his entire face scanned. It was fascinating watching the whole thing, but not as fascinating as what was behind the doors. The place was like a mix between a library, a museum, and an art gallery. Everything was organized in its place, and you could

"But there is a level beneath it. The Forbidden Archives. It holds the true history of the Royal Line. If there was ever a pair of twins who survived... the answer will be there." The Royal Archives was a massive stone building near the Council Hall. Killian bypassed the main entrance and led me to a heavy iron door hidden behind a statue in the garden. He sliced his thumb with a small knife, pressing his bloody print against the stone. Rumble. The door slid open, revealing a spiral staircase plunging into darkness. "Stay close," he commanded, taking my hand. The air downstairs smelled of ancient parchment, dried ink, and secrets. Rows of towering bookshelves stretched into the gloom, filled

"But... you need to come to the grand hall. Now." I leaned my head back and exhaled sharply. What the hell is it this time? Rocco, ever smug, gave a slight nod. “Seems like something urgent needs your attention,” he said. The way his voice dipped, the way his eyes glittered, it wasn’t just a throwaway remark. It was like he already knew what was waiting for me out there. Something about that look... unsettled me. I left him behind in my chambers and made my way to the grand hall. And the moment I opened the doors—

The atmosphere smelt of luxury and affluence and from all the exotic cars packed here and there, I could tell the ceremony for the departed king is already underway. I have heard and read tales about the royal palace of the werewolf king, but looking at it right now, I could stare at the walls all day and still not be able to find the words to describe it. I start to imagine how living here would be like and a small smile curve my lips. It’s definitely going to be better than Eclipse. I stared at the flowers, and the scent of different powerful wolves filled my nostrils.

Rivera said with finality as she turned her back from him, tears slid down her face. The guards didn't hesitate before throwing Royal out of the mansion, as he landed face first on the floor and the rain soiled his clothes even further, a black Maybach stopped in front of the gate and Erada stepped out with Draco. " Olivia.." Royal mumbled as he sprang to his feet, a pang of jealousy hit his chest, while his life was on the verge of destruction, the second master had announced that she was his bride to be and she was among the top five heiresses in Green city.