Royal Ones Novels & Stories

NARRATOR’S POV The invitation Azriel sent out spread across the kingdom like wildfire. Messengers ran day and night, carrying the King’s seal and words that could not be ignored. Everyone knew war was coming. Not against rogues or rival packs, but against something that had shaken the supernatural world for centuries. Something older, darker, and far more dangerous than they were combined. The First Ones. Some Alphas hesitated. Some pretended not to receive the message. Others read it, felt fear crawl up their spines, and chose silence over loyalty. They didn't dare go to war against The First Ones, especially for a hybrid Queen.

“Noah King, the name befits the owner, hi, I am Kiri Greene. The queen of the royals.” new characters; shawn Olivia Daniel and Kiri. ❤ Eniola.

“Is that enough, or do I need to list off another crime she committed?” Rox looks at me with suppressed anger. I glance at Damian and Myra. “Those two… they are merely not Royale and an omega but reincarnations of Damian Beaufort and Myra, one High Queen’s grandson and the other a poor human who was killed by your… precious Queen,” I say icily. The gob-smacked expression is satisfying until someone says, “Still don’t believe you.” Goddess! These fucking vermin simply want to turn a blind eye to everything just to secure a good position in the hierarchy.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

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

Siena yelled back. I was barely able to fix my seat, the blond prince at the center started stripping off. He threw his crown first, and then the royal military uniform came next. I covered my mouth with my hand to hold my laugh. The other two princes followed. It seemed that the blond was the heir prince. In one rough swift pulled from the two guys, the blond prince was only in his faux leather pouch T-back thong underwear. “Oh, my God!” I was startled in my seat.

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.”