Royal Prestige Novels & Stories

He ordered. The prince is...." Prince Percy shut the announcer as he walked into the Royal castle of the Andersons. The royal castle is a 5-storey building that covers 13 acres. The castle has fifty rooms that include the royal ballroom, the meeting room for the king and ministers of the kingdom, the king's palace, a royal mall, royal dining, The royal rooms, the throne room, The king's office, the queen's room, and the royal emergency hospital. Percy ignored the royal bodyguards that followed him into the personal elevator made for the royals. He was there for a purpose and with the way he rushed out of the elevator when he got to the third floor, one would think he had come for a fight wit

And when he had about enough, he had the idea of running away again until someone stepped into the situation. "Oh my, you're quite famous around here." This person is dressed with the most expensive white cloth with golden highlights that matches his bright golden hair. And he also had an appearance that is not like any other, he seemed like an angel that was sent from heaven. Not many have this kind of appearance in the whole Empire—there's only one family known that can fit this description, and that is the royal family. "The third Prince is here!" Whispered these women. "G-Greetings your highness!" They all paid respect to the man who stood infront of them. But only one person froze whils

Their painted eyes seemed to watch the masked figures below as if passing judgment on the guests who danced and whispered beneath their gaze. The floor was polished marble, so perfectly reflective that it captured the gleam of candlelight and the movement of those who graced it. At its center lay the royal crest—a silver wolf entwined with crescent moons—emblazoned into the stone, an unyielding reminder of the kingdom’s strength. The guests were the pinnacle of nobility, each one a vision of status and authority. Royal families from different packs in rich jewel-toned silks moved with practiced grace, their gilded masks obscuring their expressions but not their intentions.

Anything to be away from her. The interior decoration is at par with Buckingham Palace. It's all royal vibes to snitch you off the cash. It's the key. Ain't it? They'd treat the guests as some prince charming hopping off an Arabian horse's back after a knuckle-tight pool match, only to swipe your credit card on the brink of bankruptcy. Since when did you become a miser? The hedgehog head pipes in uninvited. Duong? I remind her dearly. The entrance is adorned with flowers, lanterns, and of course the infamous golden covers.

“The king could use his royal command voice. Since you’re his mate, it might force her out. But there’s a side effect if he does that.” My brain exploded with questions. Witches? Royal command voice? Blood rituals? Side effects? What kind? But before I could drill her further, we reached the front of the palace. A sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom waited in the drive, gleaming under the winter sun like it cost more than most people’s houses. Tinted windows, custom plates, the works. Pure money on wheels. A guard in crisp uniform opened the back door with a bow. “Princess. His Majesty is already waiting at the private helipad.”

"You're not my Alpha." "No but my father's the King." At that, my muscles tense. I'm mated to the Prince? Better yet, I slapped the Prince in front of hundreds of people. Oops. That explains the silver ringed irises- how could I not see it? I try my best not to blush at how ignorant I've been to his status but I hide it with a shrug.

His tail surrounded me in a protective stance. “So it’s you,” Ren spoke with a sly smile on his face. “The famous Crown Princess of Solterra, the only one alive who can summon a fire dragon. The mistress of fire. Now I see where those rumors came from. You have an incomparable beauty indeed.” “Ren Lancaster,” I uttered his name with disgust. “Right.” He nodded. “I am Ren Lancaster, the king of Frostville and will soon be the king of all kingdoms. And you…” He smirked and advanced a step. “Shall be mine.”

The underground parking lot was already filled by the prestigious families who had arrived early. The luxury cars that came later wound from the entrance of the hotel and stretched for at least a mile. The most luxurious cars were limited editions and were worth tens of millions. Even the least luxurious cars were worth at least a few million. The Crestfalls were flourishing in Sumeria now. All the prestigious and wealthy individuals who received the invitation letter arrived as soon as possible with smiles on their faces. It was clear that it was an honor to be invited by the Crestfalls. Furthermore, the emperor clarified on the official website that the Wolf King was still alive!

I asked. “Gold mostly, but there are jewels down here, but it's not as much as the gold,” Micah said. “I had something made for you, it's going to be a gift for a later date, Well a royal ball is coming up, and I want to show you off and that is where I give it to you.” “Give it to her now.” Daniel joked. “You know you want to.” “Nope.” he mused. “Now that she knows about it, she is going to have to wait.” he laughed. “Don't even think about trying to get it early either.”

He was 29, several flings spotted by paparazzi but had never been in a serious relationship known to the public. I learned lots of other things about the royal family–how this bloodline had ruled Fresonia since it was formed, way back after the fall of the Roman Empire. They were considered to be the richest royal family in Europe, thanks to Fresonia’s natural resources and the fact the country had never gotten involved in a war. They seemed to be widely beloved. The press seemed obsessed with photographing him, with one site even having a picture of him at dinner the night before, taken right before he headed to the bar and saved me.