Royal Ranger 6 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.

his warm breath fanned against my neck. “Ryder,” my uncontrolled breathing affected my speech. He pulled away from me instantly, much to my disappointment. “I’ll have you all night,” he declares, stepping back from me and his words sending a shiver of excitement across my body. I took a hurried shower and dressed up in a haste, dreading my meeting with the werewolf king again. I tried to keep my outfit simple, yet classy. For every time I have seen the king, I made sure to take extra care with my dressing. Appearance mattered a lot to the royals.

I slightly altered my stance, offering a bow as a gesture of respect. Raven eyes gazed at me from his sculpted face, eyebrows perfectly arched, lips a deep crimson that commanded attention. Every strand of his royal hair lay in place, a crown of authority adorning a figure standing tall at six feet. Exuding a masculine aura, he was flawless, except for the blaze of anger smoldering in his gaze, threatening to incinerate me.

I ignored her, looking away from her hungry eyes just then I noticed a man who had been watching me since I came in. He eyes me and looks away, he mutters some words under his breath, those were words of hate and I can sense that. His attitude was rude and insulting to the royal prince - me, I took a deep breath as I resolved that I might be over reacting. Ignoring him was the best thing to do at this moment as I had a lot of things at hand. “Prince Adrian” A old man in his mid sixties called, he didn't look old as nature had blessed him with a good physique, he still looked stunning despite his age. He looked a lot more like the young girl, he must be her father.

He moved so that his hands were resting on the table and he was leaning forward a little more, his eyes never leaving mine as he spoke. "There's a pack of rogues on the western border. They are planning to attack in the early hours of tomorrow morning," I said without so much of a thought. I didn't really want to die and I didn't want anything to interfere with the plans I had put in motion. "I have patrols covering every single border. They haven't spotted anything."Jayson raised an eyebrow at me.

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

His large, scarred hands reached out toward my face, shaking with emotion. "The man claims to be your father, Ariana," Zayn’s voice boomed through the throne room, announcing it to everyone. "He is one of the Alphas from the Northern region. He is a legend that many people believed was dead and gone. This is Aragon, the Dragon Alpha of the North. He is known as one of the strongest wolves to ever walk this earth." My heart skipped a beat. I had heard the stories of Aragon since I was a little girl.

His ripped body and flexing muscles as he moved mesmerized her. “Yes. Thank you.” The man smiled as Nazima beckoned for his guards to come forward and take the gifts away. “My queen, we coming from the clans in Africa. We heard that there was a new ruler of the water, a Naga and our first queen. We wanted to see for ourselves.” Nazima knew ruling the water meant ruling all the clans, but she did not think it will be like this.

Honestly, I think I'm in the wrong Royal Manor- no way are these people the viscous King and Queen of Black Shadow Pack I've grown up hearing about. Tuesday morning, I've been here ten days. Almost like a robot, I get out of bed, stretch until my back clicks before pulling on my running clothes. I bought new ones with Alice and I think the dark purple sports top and black running shorts are my favourite. The top ends just above the base of my ribs, beneath my breasts. I make my way towards the front door, tying my hair up as I jog down the stairs. I pass several omegas, who dip their heads with a smile towards me. I skip down the front steps, ignoring the way my wolf warns me about being fol

He finally lowered his hand, looking at each of us with a gravely serious expression. "With respect, Cyrus, I understand your concerns, but we have no history of hostility, or rivalry, with Nightfall pack," Saxon said calmly, after he'd overcome his shock at the news, "I don't see how the addition of Royal blood to both packs would change that." Haden nodded his agreement, as he took my hand in his own again, "We even have a long history of cooperation with them.." he began, but trailed off awkwardly.