Royal Novels & Stories

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

" Two men, one tall and one short, stood in front of the door. The light bounced back so Lily couldn't see the faces of the two men clearly. The guy Lily was going to marry was probably the tall guy standing in the middle of that door. He wears a black suit, his hair is tied in a ponytail, his body is well proportioned. But for some reason, his whole body exuded a coldness that made everyone around him feel fear and submission. In particular, on his hand there is a very prominent red necklace, because there is also a rather large gold wolf attached.

“This I swear.” Harald then leads Rasmus to the rear of the platform where a throne sits. It’s far less ornate than the one Carlotta used to sit on, but still; made of deep reddish wood, polished to a shine and fitted with red velvet cushions which have been studded onto the base and back of the chair with golden studs, its regal enough.

I slightly altered my stance, offering a bow as a gesture of respect. Raven eyes gazed at me from his sculpted face, eyebrows perfectly arched, lips a deep crimson that commanded attention. Every strand of his royal hair lay in place, a crown of authority adorning a figure standing tall at six feet. Exuding a masculine aura, he was flawless, except for the blaze of anger smoldering in his gaze, threatening to incinerate me.

"My half-sister has the mark on the back of her ear." "We will be with you by morning." The Beta said before hanging up. Henrik sat in his chair and looked at me. "What the hell is going on?" I asked. "Did Ingrid tell you about the Royal Family? "Yes." "And about Laire? The missing princess?" "Yes," "Well, to be a member of the royal line, there are some requirements from the wolf," Henrik said. "You have to be a pure white wolf, whose fur is opalescence in the moon's light. Behind the right ear, there should be the Royal mark, and purple eyes. Only the Royals have

His expression held a mixture of confidence and an underlying intensity that hinted at his powerful nature. The crest of House Blackfire, emblazoned proudly on the king’s cloak, portrayed a giant dragon spitting fire. The emblem was a reflection of their fierce reputation and their legendary status in the North. The dragon, rendered in black, appeared both majestic and terrifying, a symbol of the house’s strength and determination.

Out to have her revenge on the Lycan king who murdered her father, Bella ends up in bed with him. Soon she finds out she is pregnant and runs away. She eventually falls into the trap of an enemy. Read to find out how a love triangle is created between two brothers and a Luna out for revenge.

I smile and felt a bit better. All the handkerchief was collected and placed on the table in front of His Majesty. I saw as his eyes moved from one handkerchief to another,his gaze stopped at a very beautiful and well patterned,he picked it up,he studied it "This will do" he turn to his mother and she nodded "Lady Agatha Danbury come forward" Lady Agatha stood up arrogantly,she's the Prime Minister's daughter,and looks down on everyone She walked gracefully to the center and bow to His Majesty,she smiled at him and winked but his expression never changed.

she picked up her phone. "That is where you get it wrong Vidya, I don't think he is. I saw him hop into a black Nissan, a sparkling one at that, and you know what?" "What?" She was getting more interested in the talk now. "The royal emblem was boldly pasted on the back right side of the car." "Huh?" *** Rina with all nervousness got to the Prince's room and knocked, then waited for a reply. "Come in," the reply came in a rush, startling her. Oh jeez, how was she gonna do this?

Sargis I was emotionless. The heavy fabric of my ceremonial robe was adorned with intricate golden embroidery that seemed to ripple like liquid gold in the light, creating a stunning contrast against the deep, royal purple that enveloped my form. This vibrant hue cascaded dramatically behind me, flowing like a regal banner that signified both honor and the immense burden of my duty. Resting atop my head, the crown was a masterful creation, its sharp edges caught the light in a way that made it seem almost alive, sparkling with a fierce radiance. Each jagged point and gem told a story of power, forged in the deep crucible of bloodshed and steeped in the weight