Royal Novels & Stories

The moonlight painted silver streaks across the forest as Luna stood beside Kael at the edge of the border. The air was heavy, not just with the scent of night blooms but with the whisper of power—the kind that slithered into your bones and coiled tightly around your instincts. They were not alone. Shadows moved beyond the trees, too silent to be mere animals. Then, from the darkness, stepped Vaelith. He was taller than Luna remembered, his presence cloaked in elegance and menace. Hair black as pitch, eyes the color of liquid amethyst—he was beautiful in a dangerous, intoxicating way. The High Lord of the Eastern Lands, the Warlock King.

Royal Wedding Micah sat in front of the dressing mirror, her swollen eyes covered with makeup, her brown hazel eyes drained of life, and her face masked with contour. Her long black hair was brushed and styled into a sophisticated low bun; a hairpin, which extended as a veil, concealed her face but was transparent and easy for the eyes to peer through. Micah was wearing a white gown with red color tints at the bottom of the dress. Heavy necklaces rested on her chest like a burden, and a black diamond earring dangled on both sides of her ears.

“The king could use his royal command voice. Since you’re his mate, it might force her out. But there’s a side effect if he does that.” My brain exploded with questions. Witches? Royal command voice? Blood rituals? Side effects? What kind? But before I could drill her further, we reached the front of the palace. A sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom waited in the drive, gleaming under the winter sun like it cost more than most people’s houses. Tinted windows, custom plates, the works. Pure money on wheels. A guard in crisp uniform opened the back door with a bow. “Princess. His Majesty is already waiting at the private helipad.”

Then, one of his hands seemingly casually rested on my shoulder, using an irresistible tone, he said, "Open it, Delia." I looked at the box in his palm. It was a small box that didn't seem to be able to hold much. My fingers moved slightly, and the black box opened, revealing an exquisite silver oval-shaped emblem in front of my eyes. It was pure white in color, like a fallen star in the darkness. On the emblem, the declaration of the werewolf royal family—Responsibility, Honor, and Loyalty—was delicately engraved in gold. On the back was a raised image of a wolf's head. Tiny yellow gems were set in the eyes of the wolf, representing the noble bloodline of the

A roar exploded from Bruce. Not an ordinary wolf's roar. Not even an Alpha's. The sound shook the fucking cabin. Alpha Tobias's warriors immediately lowered themselves. Lenden's head dropped. Even Kornell paused and bowed instinctively before catching himself. Royal authority thundered through Bruce's voice. The roar of a King. Then Bruce saw Ryan. And I lost him. We launched ourselves across the room. Ryan was already on the floor beneath Kornell and Lenden, struggling to complete his shift. He looked at us.

I have the exact same dress so we plan to wear it together. As we got ready in our partner outfits, Hudson already knocks on the door as a sign to get into his car. When we go outside I see an Audi R8 in Matt black. Wow, I am actually a Mercedes or BMW fan but this one looks very nice. I see Hudson starring at us. "And how do you like our outfit, Hudson?" Meredith asks proudly. "Identical." He's kidding. Meredith gives him a playful punch in his arm and he chuckles. "You look pretty." He corrects and again he stares at me with those ocean eyes.

Hehe. "Wow! I never saw a card like this. You're truly rich, Agape!" Astonished, they took my card from me and scanned it. It was made in pure gold, silver and platinum. It has 'Royalty Card' words engraved to it using melted diamond. On the top right, it has a symbol of a crown. Mine's a tiara since I'm a Princess yet. And yes, the symbol depends on the royal's position in their household. I saw father's Royal Card before. His symbol was a King's crown since he was a King.

No one could touch them. The Queen herself was flawless. She had the best poreless skin that was a shade darker than Brittany's tannish brown skin tone. Her eyes were a piercing blue that was bright in the darkness. Her hair was in waves of reddish-brown hair that had slightly a redder tint to it. On her head was her crown that was woven from the best trees that London probably had to offer. It was a mix of red, green, yellow, and orange, all braided together. Her wrists also had the same woven leaves on them as well.

"Providing a werewolf has found their mate and they have fully mated with them, they will stop ageing at around thirty-five. We can live for hundreds of years and die peacefully-" "This is fascinating and everything but what's it got to do with my family?" I sighed. I was fed up now and he was only serving to make the situation worse. "My real age is forty-seven and I stopped ageing when I was thirty. I have always known who you really were. Eldest daughter of Maxwell and Janette Clarkson. Next in line for the throne after your brother, Kyros, turned it down and favourite child of your father. James' parents, Jacob and-"

"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?"