Royal Mysteries Novels & Stories

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

For a moment, it felt like everything might break open. But before anything could happen, before we could take one more step, the palace alarm chimed softly from the hallway. A royal news. We both froze. A voice rang through the hallway, clear and formal: “Attention. The wedding ceremony of Crown Prince Adrian will take place in three weeks. Official information will follow.” My blood turned cold. He turned white. I looked at him. “You knew about this?” He shook his head too fast. “No. I didn’t. I swear I didn’t.”

“You have no warrant! You can’t just storm in here!” The lead soldier sneered, holding up a sealed document. “By order of the Crown, we can. Where did you get this?” He held up the expensive royal fabric Atlas had gifted him weeks ago, soft, embroidered with the royal crest in gold thread. Jacob’s jaw tightened. “A friend gave it to me.” The soldier laughed. “A friend? This belongs to the royal family. Explain yourself, farmer.” Outside, villagers gathered, whispering loudly. “What did he do?”

"But why that look after you touched my hand, aunty?" "He looks so familiar to me Ariel like I have met him before. I could have said he is the one but his hair is not white neither is it bringing out Ice." "I do not understand what you are saying aunty." Ariel said. "But if you are talking about him, Royal is a servant in Wolfe Crimson kingdom." "But he looks so much like the Wolf god my stupid mate had introduce me to once." Mari said and what Ariel said clicked in her head. "Did you say his name is Royal?"

The pieces of the puzzle were aligning, and it was up to me to decipher their meaning and uncover the hidden truths that lay beneath the surface. The information that had come to light left me in a state of bewilderment. A male with striking green eyes and midnight-dark hair, bearing the same birthmark as mine on his shoulder. The very same mark that had been deemed the mark of the alpha king over generations. It was a symbol of power and lineage, a mark that held immense significance within the royal bloodline. And yet, the irony was palpable — that I, the oft-dismissed prince of the palace, was the one who had inherited this sacred mark.

Sheila said. “More like a big fucking detail,” Alec said with a growl. “What detail?” I asked. “The royal family uses blood magic to protect all their holdings,” Sheila said. “What does that mean?” I asked. “Similar to what we had at Wolf Creek,” Kyle said. “Everything is locked down unless you’ve got royal blood.” “But how do people who work there get in and out?” I asked. “More blood magic.” Sheila shuddered. “Pendants containing a drop of royal blood,” Spencer said as he walked into the room.

“In records.” My focus sharpened. “What kind of records?” He didn’t answer immediately, and that hesitation was the final confirmation. Ronan stepped closer, his tone shifting, more pressing. “This isn’t the time to hold back secrets, Xavier.” “I’m not,” Xavier said. “You are.” The silence stretched, agonizingly thin. “Royal archives,” Xavier said finally. That landed. Ronan’s brows drew together. “Why would something like this be in royal records? This looks like black magic.”

The man had a very dark history among us commons. It is known that the blood of royals is immortal. Meaning, once you’re a royal, wedded to a royal and sealed by blood covenant or born of a royal. You would live eternally. There was only one plant, of which its name is always only known by the King and the Chief Healer of the castle, could kill a royal. It is said its venom is slid into the hilt of a dagger and when it is very necessary, the royal would be stabbed directly in his/her heart to put an end to their lives.

twists into a frown. “Well this isn’t how I imagined finding my mate would go.” He says. “How did you find me?” I ask, remembering that he asked for me by name. “How did you know where I would be and how did you know my name? We have never met.” I look at him expectantly. He grabs my hand and begins walking, leading me down the sidewalk. The street is busy and there are lights in every window and on every corner. I loved the city at night. “Well love, I suppose you’ll find out sooner or later.” He starts. “ being of royal blood comes with its perks. Each royal has their own unique….. gift.” I cock my head to the side confused. “Gift?” I ask urging him to continue. “Yes, it’s said as the fir

Royal glanced at me in astonishment. "But why don't I find any similarities between you and your parents?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows. "What do you mean?" she questioned. I stepped towards the entrance and facing the members in the hall, I announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, let me present you the heir of the Royal family. The one to whom the power of attorney truly belongs, Miss Ella Royal." I pulled the door wide open. Everyone got up from their chair in shock. Their eyes bulged, hearing my announcement.