Royal Ones Novels & Stories

"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, you all should meet Stormie" "Hi Stormie", they all mumbled, except Sia. Either he doesn't know the word hi, or he thinks it's unnecessary. He then pointed at Ruarc. "This guy over here is my eldest brother and our Crown Prince". He jabbed a finger at Eleanor and Elvis. "These two are the royal twins. Brats these two. The guy with one arm is Izal, our royal physician. You've already met Cocci and Nasia. Shortie over there is my immediate elder brother, Kayne. The lad never sleeps. The nigga with red hair over there is Eoff. Wouldn't trust him with my life. The bloke with crazy blue hair is Dolan. His type is anything that's naked. Dude with b

she scolded. “I am not a kid!” I pointed out not liking that she is scolding me even in my twenty fifth year. “Yes! Which means you need to be careful before doing anything. We are the Royals so need to act like them.” she mumbled frowning at me. “Your both grandparents were the Royals, Mom. We are just normal people.” I commented, staring at her. “Is it so? Then why do you always say ‘I am the Prince of Ivaan’ to everyone for doing some normal corporate businesses?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

aside, I’m not in denial over what he’s saying to me, because—in all honesty—I’m not fully buying his I’ll make all your dreams come true vow in the first place. It’s not that I doubt the man, per se. It’s that… I’m a realist. No one just swoops in, out of the blue, claiming to be of royal blood and saying they can give you everything your heart desires. And yet here’s the kicker. Nick Angelini does not appear to be just any man. He looks royal. He smells royal. He oozes royal. And he is not flinching or otherwise caving in any way. He truly is serious. Severely so.

Orion nodded and looked at me. "Allow me to formally introduce myself to you, Mistress of Fire. I'm Orion Alexander Esravec III, the crown prince of Rousiana." "And I'm Luciana Louis, His Majesty's only neice and the only princess of Rousiana." My jaw dropped.

She reached out for the prince’s hand and Andrew grabbed it which made her breath hitched as she felt her hair stand on end from the contact. “Get a grip on yourself, princess.” She chanted in her head. Prince Andrew made a move and Amelia followed, till they exited the hall. “I’m sure you need to change your dress.” Andrew said, releasing Amelia’s hand from his grip. “Yeah, I…” “Your highness!” A familiar voice interrupted Amelia’s response. Turning to see who the intruder was, Amelia couldn’t help but sigh in relief. “Helen!” A lady walked up to the royals, her brown braided hair, swaying slightly behind her as she moved.

He's 3 years older than me and at that time he was the one who strolled around me while holding my hands. After that event, we never really saw each other anymore. It's been 10 years or maybe 11 years but he left me a really good impression so that's why I'm picking him as my next target. He's a part of royalty too. His mother was the Princess of Norway. She got married with a businessman and left the palace 2 years after that. I was looking at the menu when suddenly the chair right across me was being pulled. I looked up to see none other than Isaac Calland himself.

Trish strokes her hand through his hair. "Who was that?" Clive asks, nodding to the phone. "The Rogue King. Apparently news of you two being mates has spread rapidly overnight. He was doing a round on Silverstone when he overheard some of the guards talking about their once beloved fighter and Alpha's daughter being mated to the mighty Prince" Clyde looks to me and Austin, who grips my hand a little tighter. If everyone at Silverstone knows, then... "Does Red Blood know?" David asks the question that is clearly on everyone's mind. Clyde makes me breathe a sigh of relief when he shrugs.

After hearing that news, The Queen Mother decided to accompany me to the King's Palace to inform my father and mother. "Your majesties!" my parents greeted upon our arrival. "Call the ministry of Communications now." The queen mother directed her secretary. "Why your majesty is there anything to be discussed?" The king asked. "Your Future Son-In-Law, Prince Raphael is at the middle of the darkest forest on his way back to Baltimore at this time in the evening." The queen mother answered. "Have you already called King Raffy IV of Ayatullah?" my father asked. "Not yet your majesty. I am afraid this news could bother them and their kingdom knowing that Prince Raphael has no other way but to pas

Although the New World Royals were descendants of the fiends, but they generally kept to their own position and drew a very clear line with the fiends. For the record, when Lord Kenny Bred colluded with Skylar Blanc in the past, it started off perfectly but ended in disaster. Her Majesty ought to learn her lesson from a mistake committed by her predecessor, so why was she so adamant on repeating it again?

Now all Akana wanted was for him to close it. "I wear the royal title Rial Cariad. Royal consort. This makes me royal. I thought priests of Aevitism learn some general knowledge? Or are you trying to say that Eitir doesn't have the status required to have royalty?" The silence laid thick in the room, and as no one had anything to utter, Akana continued.