Royal Prestige Novels & Stories

"You and me." "No." Bruce's answer came instantly. Mine did too. "Never." "But you don't know that." "Neither do you." Her eyebrows pulled together. "Damian—" "What makes you think we're a mistake?" She hesitated. Then she looked down at herself. And what came out of her mouth next genuinely confused me. "I have nothing noble to offer you." I stared at her. "What?" "No Royal title. No noble rank. My family isn't among the most wealthy. I'm not a Princess or—"

She looked younger than her age and is a mouthwatering beauty. “To fulfil all righteousness, child. You will understand sooner or later. Pray thee, this masculine is the best for you. There is nothing more surreal as this”, she says in her clean English accent. Years of being a royal queen really shaped my mum. I mean, you should have seen her when she was a full-time peasant mistress. Always chilling like a villain.

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

“It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.” Mauve rolled her eyes. “And what does that have to do with me?” “I said, questions later.” His tone snapped like a whip. He continued, “It began with the First One—Arnold Dein. Descendant of Earth. No one knows why he was chosen, but when his gifts manifested, he opened the portal to Elite. From him, the monarchy began. Each ruler is a descendant of Earth, marked by abilities. There have been seventeen so far, Mauve. You are to be the eighteenth.”

“Impossible! If it just needed to be taken in, that’d be one thing, but letting it out…” Fashion Divas’ dresses were divided into four categories. The Prestige line was the highest tier, featuring the most exclusive, limited-edition designs, created according to celebrities’ personal preferences. In these cases, the celebrities themselves decided exactly how they wanted their dresses to look, and a designer from the brand would refine and adjust them until the artist gave final approval. Once completed, the dresses were gifted to the celebrities to debut at major events, generating massive publicity for the brand. It went without saying—they cost a fortune. I debuted my Prestige model at the

His grip on my hand tightened again. "Ismelda's no slouch either. You all be so focus on the amount of blood a person has. You look at the supposed "prestige" and "pedigree" that comes with whether or not the person you're looking at is pure enough for you. Last I checked, many a royal tried to keep it in the family... you see how that turned out. Diversity is key." I said, smartly. It was the first time he frowned. He leaned down.

“You have no warrant! You can’t just storm in here!” The lead soldier sneered, holding up a sealed document. “By order of the Crown, we can. Where did you get this?” He held up the expensive royal fabric Atlas had gifted him weeks ago, soft, embroidered with the royal crest in gold thread. Jacob’s jaw tightened. “A friend gave it to me.” The soldier laughed. “A friend? This belongs to the royal family. Explain yourself, farmer.” Outside, villagers gathered, whispering loudly. “What did he do?”

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

They wore fine jewelry, but nothing near white gold. Though "royal" meant gold, white gold was only reserved for the king, queen, and heir. It was not only an ornament worn for prestige, but it also defined ranks within the palace. All the lives they'd worn gold, but not the one they all craved, yet it was so close within their reach.

As Christian and I reached the bottom of the staircase, I tightened my grip around his arm slightly. As Christian and I reached the bottom of the staircase, we were greeted by Alpha King Dominic’s steady gaze. He stood tall on the platform, his regal presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. The air in the grand hall buzzed with anticipation, the murmurs dying down as the crowd focused on the next moment—the blood oath. Alpha Dominic stepped forward, his voice strong and steady as he addressed the pack. “Tonight, we witness the formal induction of Mia as our Royal Beta, bound by loyalty to the pack, to our people, and to the future we strive to protect.”