Royal Novels & Stories

This was my cue. " Royal blue"

the trader who was frightened of his life looked at them with assurance before he had realize something. "Then you two are people of that kingdom, what are you doi--" Louise reveal his seal which crave in gold and emerald shield, as a crown was held captived in the stones design, it crave with embroidery sword and ruby eyes that identifies the Royal Majesty of the Castaline Royal Family. The trader subconsciously kneeled. "Greetings your majesty! Please forgive me for my incompetence, spare my life, please I beg you! " the way he say such thing made Louise lough.

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.

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.

Regards, Kaizen Knight]

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.

Two weeks later, the previous rulers of the house of beauty including Angelo, the new ruler and his twin sister Sophie were all standing at the airport waiting for their private plane to depart to the Skygod household for the top three meeting, they were all putting on white and gold robe, a crystal adorned on their forehead showing that they are royalty, they all looked immaculate, sacred and beautiful, Adonis wore the same royal white-gold robe but he wore a diamond-gold crown to his silver hair whilst the other don't, it signifies the new ruler.

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.