Royal Novels & Stories

Anyways younger and more intelligent souls, like me, believe that we lived in a sort of mutual hatred before the situation of the vampire queen. She was a beautiful, elegant young or, technically very old queen and even I and all of the other pups respected her at the time. Blonde, almost white hair, so shiny it would blind you and so caring, nonviolent, unlike her dick husband. “ Nice to see you too, wolves, “ the vampire prince said. “ You better have a damn good reason why you’re in our territory again or else—” JJ said “ Or else what?” Joline interrupted, “ you’ll rip his head off? “ she scoffs looking up from her phone.

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.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° PREVIOUSLY "Your Majesty, the royal physician is here, should he...." "Send him in immediately, why do you have to take permission first" I roared loudly at the royal guard who just barged in, can't he read the atmosphere, he is supposed to let him in without waiting for me to grant him access to the royal chamber.

When he summoned the Ice wolf, David got another weird and long notification. [You have summoned a [Royal variant]!] [Empress Sub-role unlocked!] [Praetor sub-role unlocked!] [Royal prince sub-role unlocked!] [Royal variants are the most powerful version of their species and leaders of large packs. Only a Royal can give birth to a Royal.] [Empresses are the highest form of brood mothers and can only be selected from [Royal variants]. The empress affinities have a [30%] chance of being inherited by their

I replied with a smile. "What about yours your majesty, why is it that it was a dragon?" Prince Raphael asked. "Your majesty, it was a dragon because the kingdom believes that his majesty is as strong as a dragon and as braved as a dragon that he could protect, defend our kingdom and influence others to respect the Kingdom of Baltimore. It was also the birth sign of his Majesty in the Aseanian Calendar." My secretary answered. I was about to invite the two princes for a tea in my palace when,

I am not a monster, I am not a monster, I might be a slutty traitor, but I am not a monster. On the way to Mr. Ross' surprisingly cool apartment. Rene told me that Mr. Ross has been doing research about werewolves and vampires and he found a lot of things. He wanted to call Rene to tell her but he wasn't sure so he decided to do more research to be positive about what he found. Now he's sure, he's confident this time.

Sigh, I don't like taking care of myself so far I was surviving but barely. "Well then, let's show you the blue blood manor!" The blue blood manor was a fancy name for the crown Prince's bachelor pad. The colours were very…masculine. It was the exact opposite of what I imagined the Rose house looking like. There were dark colours at every corner–correction royal colours as exaggerated by Symon as he led us towards the pool room. The royal colours were blue, gold, silver, red and at one point the Queen fancied pink, so everybody else did.

It had been a long time she got dolled up for a party. She put on a yellow tube top and a pencil skirt that was just inches above the knees and a pair of Versace sandals. This outfit hugged her in the right places and she looked like a model on the cover of a magazine. If that wasn’t enough she put on a Patek Phillippe rose gold watch and a matching bracelet, a Diamond choker with the diamonds earrings to match. She was dripped and blinged to the gawds. No one would be able to tell that she had never gone to such places.

Towering above her diminutive figure, Kinnison presented a striking contrast. Kinnison, with his broad shoulders and robust build, was undoubtedly a figure of strength and authority. He wore a royal uniform of deep sapphire accented with gilded insignias. His chest sparkled with medals of valor, each one a testament to his courage shown in battles fought in the name of their kingdom. His face held a stern, yet proud expression as he escorted his younger sister down the grand staircase. His black hair was slicked back, revealing sharp, defined features that radiated an aura of intense nobility.

Prince Ron, who was sitting in Zedekiel's private library, reading a book, suddenly sneezed. The white and red Fox on his shoulder rubbed it's head against Prince Ron's cool cheek, purring softly. "Someone is definitely gossiping about me." Prince Ron mumbled. He was adorned in burgundy-hued robes intricately woven with threads of silver and mint green, creating an elegant tapestry of blossoming flowers that adorned the hem and sleeves. The colour of the robes complemented his red hair and green eyes. Ever since he realized red was the best colour for him, he had asked the Royal Couturier to make him more robes in different shades of red. He couldn't wait for