Royal Six Novelas e Histórias

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.

" 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 with the king. "The prince is...

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.

said Sidastir lastly at a sluggish pace. "He lives. I followed them when they carried away with him. Although I lost them, there is a reason why my father is called the Raven king. He has learned a technique from the continent in the north, Irkalla, which gives him control over ravens. We use them as spies. My raven has just returned with information. They headed towards the Northeast part of the city, and if I guessed, I would say that they are taking him to the Hexagon Tower. The ancient, six-cornered mage tower in Agularis," Ceva explained hastily.

The Kingdom of Treiz immediately sent his reserved armies to the Royal Island. The Royal Isle of Los Angeles was a protectorate of Baltimore but open to all the Royal Families of the United Kingdom of Aseana. The place was a nice venue for royal family summer vacation because of its white beaches and a wide range of golf area. Our scholars have discovered that the island has the largest gold deposits in the history of man but we decided not to exhaust such minerals.

“You have no warrant! You can’t just storm in here!” The lead soldier sneered, holding up a sealed document. “By order of the Crown, we can. Where did you get this?” He held up the expensive royal fabric Atlas had gifted him weeks ago, soft, embroidered with the royal crest in gold thread. Jacob’s jaw tightened. “A friend gave it to me.” The soldier laughed. “A friend? This belongs to the royal family. Explain yourself, farmer.” Outside, villagers gathered, whispering loudly. “What did he do?”

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.

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

And that too so easily. "I don't want to regret anything in my life, Alex" She pecked his lips. "Let's get ready fast or else, my princess will kill us," Alex mumbled and took a new parcel to Clara. She was so happy to see a long red gown and he had the same colour tie to match his suit. His efforts always made her special. Both got ready and came down so quickly. Rachel wore a red and black gown which was sweeping the floor and she looked like a Disney princess in real life. She jumped and hugged her mom and dad with a huge grin.

I deadpanned, feeling a chill run down my spine as the hairs on the back of my neck rose, the thought of what was playing out in my head imbuing me with such horror that it was impossible for me not to recoil. I was doing the right thing, I had to be. There was simply no other option. “T-The council registry? Your Highness?” Igor squeaked, rearing back like I had slapped him hard across the face. “Set the date for my royal engagement to Olivia in three days.” I finished coldly and watched as the man’s blonde eyebrows damned near rolled to the back of his head. My best man looked at me like I had gone mad.