Royal Ones Novels & Stories

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.”

“Julian is… entertaining. The typical story everyone would like. But Rowan?” I paused deliberately, rolling my eyes in a flirtatious manner. “Rowan is legacy.” Camilla blinked. “Legacy?” “He’s literally royalty,” I said. “The second son of the English royal family. That’s not just a regular status… that’s history.” Chloe tilted her head. “You don’t even like all that royal pressure stuff.” “I don’t,” I agreed. “But If it is with Rowan, it's different.” Julian is best for attention, but Rowan wasn't the type to get involved with it.There was something far more compelling about someone who carried weight quietly. He held himself like he didn’t need anyone’s approval. Which meant winning his at

"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

"Why don't you start by telling me what a royal is and why you think I am one." He took the cap off his beer and took a long draught. He looked like he was about to cry. It was so stupid. This guy was a bodybuilder, probably close to three hundred pounds, and acted like some sniveling, downtrodden, bullied... just thinking about it ticked me off. No one should be made to feel how this guy was feeling. I couldn't imagine a life like his. "A Royal is born a werewolf. Royals shift faster than bitten wolves. They have more control over their shifts. They can control themselves mid-shift, reversing the shift even."

"I made sure the Council believed you were dead. I gave you suppressants. I gave you a new identity. I made sure you were hidden in plain sight." Wren's hands were shaking. "Why?" "Because you're the last Royal Omega." Marcus's voice was quiet. "And as long as you're alive, the Council can't complete their plan." Wren's heart stopped. "What plan?" Marcus was silent for a long moment. "The Council has been manipulating bloodlines for decades. They've been trying to create a perfect Alpha heir—someone who can control all the bloodlines through the bond. But they need an Omega to complete the bond. An Omega who shares the bloodline. A Royal Omega."

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.

When he summoned the Ice wolf, David got another weird and long notification. [You have summoned a [Royal variant]!] [Empress Sub-role unlocked!] [Praetor sub-role unlocked!] [Royal prince sub-role unlocked!] [Royal variants are the most powerful version of their species and leaders of large packs. Only a Royal can give birth to a Royal.] [Empresses are the highest form of brood mothers and can only be selected from [Royal variants]. The empress affinities have a [30%] chance of being inherited by their descendants. They can give birth to units with better base stats, and every month they have [30%] of birthing a [Soldier variant], [19%] of birthing a [Royal variant], and [1%] of birthing a

From a noble lady and future Luna of my small clan to a commoner slave maid, working the farm yards of the royal family. THE ROYALS, they are called, a strange concept, there is nothing like an Alpha but rather a king and a queen with several ministers ruling a kingdom. Unlike in LUPARIA where the Alpha is accessible and easily seen, here it is impossible to sight a royal and it is considered lucky to lay your eyes on one.

Their presence was immediate, undeniable, and absolute. They didn’t just walk into the confrontation—they owned the space the moment they entered it. Their movements were fluid, their expressions unreadable, but the sheer force of their presence sent an unmistakable message: Enough. The taller of the two, with sharp golden eyes that gleamed with authority, took a step toward the clashing Alphas. His voice was calm, yet it sliced through the tension like a blade. “This is the Royal Pack,” he stated, his words carrying an unspoken warning. “Whatever personal disputes you have are irrelevant here. The King alone dictates the laws, and no one overrules them.”