Royal Prestige Novels & Stories

The Royal Mirage — DC’s most exclusive nightclub. Crystal chandeliers glittered above a sea of silk gowns and expensive cologne. Velvet ropes guarded the entrance, and paparazzi flashes burst like fireworks outside. Only elites stepped inside — politicians, business tycoons, heirs of empires. Tonight, they were about to witness a queen’s return. The doors opened. And silence fell.

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.

The room burst into laughter. “My name is Princess Alvarez. I’m the vice president of this esteemed institution, and it’s an honor to be here. You may be wondering why I’m standing before you today. Well, it’s tradition here at Royalty College for upperclassmen to welcome the freshmen and guide them through what they need to know about the school—and a few other things too. “So without wasting much time, let me tell you about the five clubs we have. You’ll be choosing the one that suits you best. But be warned—some clubs are selective. You’ll have to pass a screening to get in.

"We have the business dinner at seven. Be back with plenty of time to dress properly." "I will," Jake promised, already heading for the door. The freedom of being away from his father's watchful eye, even temporarily, lightened his step as he made his way down the corridor. The Royal was truly magnificent. Jake wandered through the grand atrium, past boutiques selling items that cost more than most people's monthly salaries, and eventually found himself near one of the smaller performance venues. A sign outside announced "Rehearsal in Progress - Staff Only," but the door was slightly ajar, and the haunting notes of a violin drifted through.

They turned to look when Marco and Sabrina walked toward them and the ones who weren't wearing a green or purple pendant on their collar stepped to the side and dropped to a knee out of respect. “Good evening, everyone,” Marco said, as he and Sabrina walked by. The two made their way into the main room and Sabrina's gaze moved toward the very back, where the King of Orsino sat on his throne. He looked regal and proud as he gazed out at the audience. Seated next to him was Queen Magdalena. She sat with a smug expression on her face, as though she was too good for even her own party. Surrounding the royalty were guards, but also guests. Many of them appeared to be nobles, based on their expens

Alliances and rivalries simmered beneath the surface, each pack maintaining a careful distance while keeping a close eye on the others. The day before the royals were set to arrive, the entire pack house was thrown into a frenzy of preparations. The grand hall, usually a space for Dimitri’s personal gatherings, was transformed into an opulent dining hall fit for royalty. Massive chandeliers, polished to perfection, cast a golden glow over the long tables draped in deep red and gold silks—the traditional colors of the royal family. Silverware gleamed under the light, meticulously arranged alongside crystal goblets meant for the finest wines. A Special space was prepared for the royals near th

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.