Royal Romantic Novels & Stories

Now all Akana wanted was for him to close it. "I wear the royal title Rial Cariad. Royal consort. This makes me royal. I thought priests of Aevitism learn some general knowledge? Or are you trying to say that Eitir doesn't have the status required to have royalty?" The silence laid thick in the room, and as no one had anything to utter, Akana continued.

Badly. He pulled over into a secluded spot, the car nestling under a canopy of trees where no one would see us. The engine cut off, leaving only the sound of our breathing, heavy and expectant. Roy turned to me, his dark eyes locking onto mine, and before I could say a word, he leaned in, capturing my mouth in a kiss that was all heat and urgency. His lips were firm, demanding, tasting faintly of the whiskey he'd sipped earlier. I melted into it, my hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer as our tongues danced, slow at first, then deeper, hungrier.

curiously. “Hi cousins” he said to Christian and Molly and then looked at Jessica “Jess, Long time no see” “I can’t believe you are here , I thought you were still in the states, when did you return “ Christian asked. Raymond is Christian and Molly’s second cousin. Christian’s grandfather and Raymond’s grandfather are brothers. At that time, Raymond grandfather was the senior son and the heir to the throne. Unfortunately he was an irresponsible man who had no respect for females and the people of the country at large. It was found out by the royal family that Raymond’s grandfather molested a girl who ended up getting pregnant out of wedlock. Their father was so disappointed that he pu

There were many rumours about her but none of them came out as a truth when the time passed and the mystery unfolded itself. Zackarya Hall, the most feared alpha, was determined to conquer the Fated Kingdom as he knew no one was guarding that after the King's demise. He was ready to own everything in the kingdom and in the castle but little did he know there was a life breathing inside the castle to make him obsessed with it. ~ This story contains: ➝Explicit scenes ➝Alcohol consumption ➝Sexual/erotic/mature scenes ➝Mild violence From The Author: • This is a Royal fantasy romance. Read it according to your taste.

The air was thick with anticipation, murmurs blending with the soft notes of a string quartet in the corner. I took Nick’s hand as we entered, feeling the warmth of his grip grounding me. My gown swirled around my legs with each step, the red fabric catching the candlelight and reflecting a fiery glow. All eyes turned toward us, but my eyes were set on the back of the room where our current Alpha and Luna are standing with proud smiles on their faces ready to hand over the reign to Nick and me. I looked at Nick, his blue eyes steady and unwavering. “Are you ready?” I whispered.

'That is why we must get to the root of everything and know who is behind this,' he said again. 'Do you think this has to do with the Royal household and our take over?' Roy asked. Royal household? I had never heard of that. I knew Rave once said that the color of her eyes that matches the Luna's and that of our mates signifies royalty. 'Is it just me or can you also perceive Raven's scent in the air?' Roman suddenly asked and I took that as my cue to stop eavesdropping on my mates and let them know I was there.

“I'll be back.” She nodded, and he left. And just like that, the room fell piercingly cold again. *** ‘Save me, brother. I think he's dead.’ Vincent's words kept ringing in Isaac's ears throughout the two hour flight from Azores to Kaldor, a state under Otiscan and the location of the Royal Military Academy. It was a tradition for all male royals to undergo military training, and the RMA was established for that sole purpose. The training varied with intensity and duration depending mostly on the needs of the individual, which in turn was conditional on one's noble status.

His fingers wrapped around my throat, tilting my head up and forcing me to look into his eyes. “You filthy creature. You're not entitled to look at me or speak to me in this manner,” he gritted out, his face impossibly closer to mine. My heart twisted painfully, and I forced myself to hold back tears. “Why? Are you a Royal?” I managed to ask. His grip tightened. He cocked his head. His gaze blazing. “Yes. I am a Royal and you will address me as Prince Damian Emilio.”

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.

I smiled. That question I could answer. “Soft pink.” “Okay.” “Pink roses and white peonies.” “Pretty.” “She loves romance novels.” Danika laughed. “Of course your mate reads romance novels.” “What's that supposed to mean?” “You're literally a fucking King who found his destined Queen. She's living in one.” I glanced at Morgan. “Her author has questionable taste in plot development.” Danika laughed. I smiled. Fuck, it felt good to smile. “What else?” she asked.