Royal Noble Novels & Stories

From a noble lady and future Luna of my small clan to a commoner slave maid, working the farm yards of the royal family. THE ROYALS, they are called, a strange concept, there is nothing like an Alpha but rather a king and a queen with several ministers ruling a kingdom. Unlike in LUPARIA where the Alpha is accessible and easily seen, here it is impossible to sight a royal and it is considered lucky to lay your eyes on one.

For two Nobles had been born, and they were the purest of Nobles. “Hydras! Different bodies but of the same mind. For they are Nobility Kings!” a booming voice rang in the ears of both. “Jake: the Volcanic Dominator! A Fire King!” “John: the Great Defender! An Ice King!” Breaking into the Nobility Realm was a bit special. For Nobles had titles. Baron/Baroness; Viscount/Viscountess; Earl/Countess; Marquis/Marchioness; Duke/Duchess; Prince/Princess; King/Queen; Emperor/Empress. In increasing order of magnitude, these were the orders of Nobility. Each Noble had a title given based on their talents and power. For instance, Ray was a King. And now the twins had been judged as Kings as well. Invok

This may be due to the fact that he possesses the talent and appearance that correspond to the distinctive characteristics that can only be found in the royal line. If a person was descended from the royal family of the Knight kingdom, then they would have pure red eyes, the color of which would be comparable to that of a pure ruby that had been dipped in fresh blood. The color red, which is associated with both death and power, is chosen to symbolize his high status and his ability to successfully run the country.

he asked his official council. “I am afraid not, Your Serene Highness,” the senior official answered soberly. “The coronation plans are still in place but it makes things rather difficult.” He had no time for someone stating the obvious. Federico knew what was at stake here. The security of his own country and the continuation of the Altavilla e Portanova dynasty. The Royal Star diamond was part of the biggest unique red diamond ever existed that had been cut in two, as a way to punish a royal family torn apart by foolish pride and its lust for power. It was also the icon of the Royal House of Altavilla e Portanova.

“You are not in the position to judge them. Your family came with a customized limousine too.” My judgement stopped just the same time the car stopped. The driver stepped out first. Then another door opened. The King came down with an unexplainable aura. There was no way I could mistake him for anyone. I've seen him during elite gatherings and I've watched him closely. The Queen followed, composed, distant, her expression unreadable as usual. A ripple went through the students as our guests revealed themselves. So the very important guests were royals. English royals with a significant difference.

No one, other than the royal family itself and the privileged nobles can call the royal family members by their given name. If one, noble or not, was heard saying their names, it is considered to be such a crime towards the monarchy as the era is a strong believer of respect and harmony. “Pardon me for my mistake, Head Servant Eva, but am I not a part of the royal family? My father is the king's brother!” Rebutted the stupid one. It's always the stupid one who ask such question.

A PRINCE'S knight faction is a group that manages the prince's protection and abides in them entirely; they can never betray the prince that they serve and will always be faithful to them. It is also where talented people are personally acknowledged and taken in by the prince, with them vowing to serve the prince for the rest of eternity; some of these people stood by the prince's heir, and so will their descendants. As such, it has become a tradition for every royal to have knights of their own.

He crouched next to me, studying it like it carefully. “Symbol near the base,” he murmured after a second. “That’s court script.” I didn’t like that. “Meaning?” “This isn’t rogue,” he said. “It’s royal.” My stomach dropped a little. “You sure?” He nodded. “Top crest is one of the old families. Ones who only move on orders.” “Edward?” He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. I stood up and crossed my arms, trying not to show the fact that every part of me wanted to throw salt at the whole forest and set it all on fire.

Edmund sat down opposite me, while Ashton remained standing. “There are four royal lines spread throughout Europe. The oldest family is yours. The second family is the Archambeau line, the third family is the Conrad line, and the fourth family is the Anselm line. The St. Claire line ruled in Scotland, and the Archambeau line still rules in France. The Conrad line rules in Germany, and the Anselm line rules in Denmark,” Edmund said. “My insanity comment hasn’t changed,” I said. Edmund regarded me carefully. Royal families? This man was delusional, and he was really convinced that I was this prince he was looking for. I could almost laugh at the absurdity of it all.

So the shifter throne was abandoned and they now operate under a high council. "So, what is he going to do with me now? And how can I be a Royal?" "I haven't spoken to him since this morning, so I don't know yet... As for you being a Royal, the true Royal family, the descendant, whether it was the King or the Queen, they were always a rare white in colour and it was always passed on to the firstborn. No one knows why, but it was how they could always tell who was meant to be on the throne. It didn't happen often, but if something happened to the firstborn before they could produce an heir, then it shifted to the next in line..."