Royal Ones Novels & Stories

A few seconds later, the trumpets played and Sir Saint opened the doors. “Presenting, the Royal Family of Wilhem.” King Ricardo was in front, wearing a plain white coat with gold linings and an elegant single-layered silver crown. Queen Josephine, who wrapped her arm on King Ricardo’s arm, was wearing a long, asymmetrical plum dress with her hair in a bun and of course, the same crown King Ricardo was wearing. Behind them, was Princess Althea and Prince Thomas. Althea was wearing a yellow pouf dress that reached her knees and she had her hair in a ponytail. Her tiara set perfectly on her head. Thomas was just as simple as his Father but he wore a long sleeve polo and a one-sided brown coat t

“Ladies and gentlemen, please, welcome, the arrival of His Royal Highness, Prince of Burkese, Duke of Winterbourn, Prince Isodore. Her Royal Highness, Duchess of Burkese, Princess Aimrose.” With respect, the guests stepped aside for the arrival of the Prince and Princess. They looked regal. The Prince was in a sharp dress in a royal uniform with his medals of honor pinned on his chest with Royal Family Order sash over his shoulder. The Princess was drop-dead gorgeous, making me starstruck in her black floor-length gown. I followed when everyone applauded as the Prince and Princess were about to pass by the isle. I was so drawn that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Something about her aura

I might not check in with my mother for a day or two, but Maria is always calling me daily, wanting to know about my day-to-day habits and if there's a reason why I've given up on God. I haven't given up on the big old guy. There are just some connection problems that have gotten in the way. Maria is a protestant, and she has raised me to be deeply religious, while my royal family is Catholic, and they attend church like a lone sheep lost on its way home, departed from the herd. They are good at covering it up, though. They would pretend to be deeply religious like the godforsaken animals we all are whenever it comes to our attention. Especially if it's going on air to be broadcasted on the

THE LEGEND OF THE VIPER PROLOGUE There were so many ways one could celebrate their twenty first birthday but never had she ever thought it would be this way. Dressed in a black beautiful and exquisite robe with the huge vicious viper on the back, she walked slowly and confident down the aisle as she went to her throne. The hall was crowded with her followers, children to the hilt; all wearing their specific colors. Behind her the Oracle followed her. The only sound that was present was that of the drums being played. She finally arrived and stood there.

“I’ll talk to my father.” Luciano didn’t look convinced, but he let it go. “That’s everything,” he said after a moment. “Your flight leaves in thirty minutes.” “Of course it does,” I muttered, gathering the files. I paused, then looked up at him again. “I need something else.” That got his attention. A slow, knowing smile crept onto his face as he leaned back. “That doesn’t sound optional.” “It’s not.” I slid the black card across the desk toward him. “I need a full file on the royal family. Everything.”

These people got evil moves… evil moves. Theo ran a hand through his hair, letting out a sharp breath. “We’re dead.” The words were quiet, but heavy. “They can’t let us go,” he continued, voice tighter now. “We know too much for them to let us out of here.” “Tell me something I don't know,” I muttered. “They might not kill us,” he said quickly, almost like he was convincing himself. “Because we’re royals.” I let out a short, humorless laugh.

"The Hale Moonfang Pack expects the king-consort to lead the vanguard." Michael steps forward, his massive hand reaching out to grip Jone’s jaw, but the omega swiftly shifts his weight, stepping past the alpha’s reach without breaking his stride. Jone exits the chamber into the bright courtyard, where Joseph Jackson, Katherine Jackson, and every royal sibling—including Rebbie Jackson—stand anchored beside a fleet of midnight-black war-transports. The entire royal bloodline stands in complete silence, their heads bowed in respect for the fallen matriarch. Jone stops, burying his face in his large hands for a brief, shattering moment before forcing his spine straight, his massive shoulders loc

Thirty-two Elites plus Alpha, Luna, Scott, and I are a potent force. When Alpha, Luna, and Scott are in fight mode, the air always seems to ripple. Their human forms and their wolf forms radiate an unwavering pulse of strength. They exemplify royalty. The Goddess chose well. All of White Crest is on edge. Feeling the force of the Royal family descending down on their territory has them nervous and confused. All of them are unaware of their Alpha's full betrayal. They just know he is in the cells.

I pick up the international line and dial, it rings all the packs at the same time, one by one the Alphas answer their lines “THIS IS YOUR ALPHA KING TYLER SPEAKING, I AM RAISING THE RED ALERT THAT THE WAR ON OUR KIND HAS OFFICIALLY BEGUN! THE SKIES IN THE ROYAL CITY ARE BEING DARKENED BY FIRE CLOUDS FROM THE EARTH AND SOON IT WILL SPREAD AND COVER THE ENTIRE WORLD, WE HAVE YET TO SEE ANY MOVEMENTS FROM THE ENEMY BUT PLEASE BE ON THE LOOK OUT, MAKE WHATEVER PREPARATIONS YOU HAVE TO SO WE CAN SURVIVE AND WIN THIS WAR” They all confirm having received my message and we all hang up, I pick up my cell phone and dial Azealia’s father “please I need to see my mate” “okay” a portal opens immediatel