Royal Six Novelas e Histórias

Chapter 69: Six Years Ago The West Kingdom was a land of beauty and strict traditions. Princess Victoria was the cherished daughter of the king and was known for her grace and poise. Yet, beneath her royal demeanor, she harbored a secret that defied her father's expectations. In the shadowed halls of the palace, Victoria had found comfort in the company of Benjamin Marlowe, the scholarly son of Head Minister Marlowe from the Middle Kingdom. Their clandestine meetings were filled with whispered conversations of their affection. Benjamin's intelligence and gentle nature captivated Victoria, and their bond deepened into a forbidden love.

“So what do we do? Sit back and let him dismantle the Dominion piece by piece?” “We watch,” Tavian says, his voice dropping into a low, possessive rumble as his wolf claws at his chest, demanding he claim what’s his. “And when the blood starts flowing in that arena, we make sure we’re standing right behind him.” Inside the grand estate of Royal Entertainment, Arthur Roy—a powerful, refined Alpha in his late thirties with silver-streaked dark hair—stands by the massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the central territory. He listens silently as his head strategist reads off the latest reports from Frostclaw Hollow.

"Will you recognize the scent once you’re near this ass?" "Yes alpha, I won't forget that scent as easily!" he said, while looking down avoiding my eyes at all costs. I handed him the invite with an evil smile. I will find that soulless demon and kill that creature myself before tearing it to pieces to send out a message! "Get ready, we will be leaving at six sharp! Please wear a tux as the council will be there to monitor the function!" "Nick, do you think that this vampire might be a royal?"

I refused to be a mere decorative figure and was willing to face the challenges that arose. I found support from people who believed in me and in my ability to overcome challenges. Nicholas, the commander of the royal guard and close friend of Prince Alexander, became a loyal confidant and a guide during this transition period. His wisdom and impartial perspective helped me navigate the complexities of royalty, keeping my authenticity intact.

I admit. I do not really spend much of my time watching the Court's fashions. I have spent the last few years just trying to survive.The last couple of months has really been even more intense when it comes to my focus on other subjects. I have been so focused on coming up with a plan to steal the crown. "Red is considerend a royal color to some and a demonic color to others. What reason could you have to like the color red? Are you royal or are you a demonic worshiper?" One of the knights say to me.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

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.

“Now, you may place your bets on the royal wives. The contest will start right after!” Bets? My gaze snapped up to Rylan’s suddenly. What was this to the King? A game? As though he could read my mind, a court official stood to his feet. “All bettings for the Royal games have commenced. Place your bets on the Royal wives now. The trial starts in two minutes,” From where I stood, I could see them passing the bet boxes. I scoffed, a bit offended as I realized most of the pack members bet on Ayesha and Lilith’s boxes but simply passed over my box without a second thought.

"My instincts never lie." Sitting next to her and placing one of his hands on top of hers, "Just know you will always have me by your side River. I love you." He told her with a charming smile. "And I love-" River didn't get to complete her statement when Royal pushed her to the ground roughly, together with himself, as a long talon fingers- which looks like a bird talon- from nowhere tried to grab hold of River neck. Royal was up to his feet quickly and was fast enough to carry River and himself on the bed as the long talon magically burst out from the ground which they were before and went back inside.

It’s a heavy, platinum pendant, a howling wolf encircled by a crown of thorns and a crescent moon. My breath hitches, sticking in my throat. That seal hasn’t been seen in centuries. We were told they were all gone, legends of a dead era. Could this woman truly be a Royal? If she is the woman on Draven's arm, if she is June's mother, then June isn’t just a student. She is a living, breathing relic of a throne we all thought was dust. Just as I'm about to dig further to try and find a mention of a "Rose of Light" in the index, my mind-link to Silas and Fenris snaps open. 'Fen, Val. I've got something. Meet me in the office.'