Royal Road Novels Novels & Stories

“Looks lovely. Have a seat and eat.” Did I hear that right? We had had porridge and a slice of bread for breakfast—not the best or most savoury, but it was enough to fuel us for our morning chores. His majesty better not be testing me with this delicious goodness in front of me, because I will fail. “Your Majesty?” He looked at me. “Cassia, I don’t like to repeat myself.” I took two steps forward before I remembered something. What is his plan now? To even eat the royal's leftovers was like a criminal act. It wasn’t an established sin, but if caught by a hopeless or angry supernatural, you could be punish—harshly.

Atlas muttered. Philip raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” “We’re simply passing through that road again.” “Of course.” “For… inspection.” Philip nodded slowly. “Yes. Very thorough inspection.” Atlas glared at him. Philip grinned wider. Atlas climbed onto the horse before Philip could tease him further. “Let’s go.” Philip mounted his horse beside him. The palace gates opened. The two men rode out alone. With no guards. — The road looked different in daylight. Calm and ordinary. The garden where Prince Atlas had first seen Jacob was still there.

I let him take it. “For what it’s worth,” I said, voice low, “I never wanted the crown to burn.” “I know,” he replied. “You just wanted it to stop lying.” The council doors slammed open again. A messenger rushed in, breathless. “Your Highness,” he shouted. “The council chambers are surrounded. The public has the files.” My heart skipped. “And,” he added, voice shaking, “they’re demanding answers.” As the council erupted, alliances shattered, and the truth spilled beyond control, one question burned brighter than fearWhen the kingdom turns against its rulers, will truth be enough to save them… or will it demand blood first?

She just wanted to be alone with her loneliness. The girls cleared out after three minutes, but it felt like forever. So, she waited for Carol to come out for lunch. Since then, a few eyes had been turned her way. Some from the store and others from the street. She was a popular face to everyone who cared to read up on the royalty of Watford.

Maison intercepted it with brutal efficiency, his larger wolf form slamming into the attacker with bone-crushing force. More enemies poured from the forest, their numbers far greater than the initial howls had suggested. This wasn't just a raiding, this seemed to be trying to stop the full prophecy from coming to pass, but what Royal line was he even talking about? All four Royal houses fell in the Great Werewolf War. What the hell is he talking about? The Royal Line was a myth, a legend told to pups before bedtime—the original werewolf bloodline from which all others supposedly descended. If that was real...

The spin-offs are all under 70k words, so they shouldn't take anywhere near as long to complete. The second half of the saga is the next generation books, and is called the Royal Shadow Series, with the first book being titled Shadow of an Alpha (cover and synopsis already available online), and I think you can guess who it's about. The Royal Shadow Series will consist of 9 books, and then the saga will be complete.

"But he has a lover here and there? I don't think that's right even if you're royalty." "Geez, you're very ignorant. It's common for royalty to have many affairs since they're strengthening their connections to have greater and solid supporters. That's their way of gaining more power and it's nothing new." The imperial knights just shook their heads as they follow the Prince to guard him along with his lover within the woman's residence.

Althea’s Royal secrets aren’t exactly new to me. I’ve been present and exposed to too much scandals back at Wierxia because of our relatives, but of course, our family comes clean, except for one historic incident about my brother disappearing. I haven’t thought of it much lately, since our family learned how to move on from the past, but the pain is still alive. Honestly, I don’t really remember Brylle’s face, I was still little when he disappeared, but I guess Thomas could remember. I was heading to my room to return my sewing equipment after the Queen left. She said she needed to visit Sir Angelo. I wanted to come as well, but I figured I’d come with Ruthy. Just as I was about to turn to

I could hear Noah inhaling a sharp breath behind me. "Uhm," she winced, "he didn't..." "That's what I thought," I replied. I cast a thankful look in Sophia's direction. Before coming here, my friends and I did a teensy tiny bit of research on the royal family, their lifestyle, and that queen who ruled with an iron fist. I was still in denial about the Noah and the prince part because truth be told, I could only believe it when I hear it from Noah's mouth. But, still, some facts about this missing prince were useful after all. Like his betrothal.

Within a few minutes, Royal was done and it was time to return to the pack house. I helped her into the car, and we drove silently to the pack house. Over time as I tried to avoid potholes, I noticed the way her breasts jiggled and it filled my imagination with scenes of how to have her inside the car. "Royal?" I called out and she answered, "Yes, Alpha." "What do you think about car sex?"