Royal Tara Novels & Stories

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.

“Girl, if you touch that hem one more time, it’s gonna file a restraining order against you.” Aalia laughed a little, but it was tired. “It’s not perfect yet. It has to be perfect. This is Royalty, not some random fashion school.” “Please,” Tola rolled her eyes, “it already looks like you stole it from Paris Fashion Week.” Aalia stabbed her finger on the needle. “Damn it.” “You’re stressing yourself sick. You need sleep.”

I must come up with a plan immediately. *** The hall was in no time filled with people, the news and the social media platforms were all buzzing with gist about the Grand gala, it has been the talk of the town and now it's really here. The entrance was crowded with people. The royal car was the last to arrive, we were the highlight of the gala. Stealing attention from all the attendees present, everyone bowed on our entry. “Announcing King Alaric and his wife Queen Isabella” The host introduced. The spotlight turned to my parents as they walked in side by side.

“Julian is… entertaining. The typical story everyone would like. But Rowan?” I paused deliberately, rolling my eyes in a flirtatious manner. “Rowan is legacy.” Camilla blinked. “Legacy?” “He’s literally royalty,” I said. “The second son of the English royal family. That’s not just a regular status… that’s history.” Chloe tilted her head. “You don’t even like all that royal pressure stuff.” “I don’t,” I agreed. “But If it is with Rowan, it's different.” Julian is best for attention, but Rowan wasn't the type to get involved with it.There was something far more compelling about someone who carried weight quietly. He held himself like he didn’t need anyone’s approval. Which meant winning his at

Calmly, I took out a golden badge and raised it above my head. This was a royal-exclusive badge, something only direct royal relatives could possess. The gold one in my hand was the Alpha King's personal insignia. Ignoring Peyton's stunned expression, I announced in front of everyone present, "In my capacity as the Alpha King's representative, I hereby declare that from this day forward, no pack is permitted to have any dealings with Matt White's pack." Matt's pupils shrank sharply as he glared at me. "Who do you think you are?! How dare you speak on the Alpha King's behalf!"

I say, crossing my hands over my chest. Tara is finally going down, and she better not try anything shady in the meantime. I'll make sure she rots in the king's dungeon for the rest of her pathetic life. If I'm lucky, we can take them down before the king's birthday bash. I'm excited to meet Queen Elena. If she's just as fierce as they say, I bet she can make great allies with my pack.

A hidden talent that only the Royal Bloodline is privileged to. It is normally used when a Royal is out at war. We can be near death and it will only take a small drop of fresh blood along with our Royal aura to completely heal us to continue fighting. It is a last resort; it is very rarely used and is normally only used by the selfish Royals who don’t want to give up their life or give up their power over others. However, I didn’t use this gift to save my life but to save Skylar’s; the venom running through her system would have continued to strengthen, grow and infect her system until it had finally driven her mad with lust craving the pleasure only given to her female body by a man.

How? I carefully unfolded it. The bold script was from Talon’s hand. I could smell him on the paper. Tara, I know you do not understand. For that, I am sorrier than you could ever know. You trusted me and I betrayed that trust. You are The Promised and you belong to two men. It hasn’t been easy for me to accept this since we mated. I fought against the promises I made but the prophecy refuses to be denied. I thought about taking you away. My dreams told me we would both die. You know the dreams are true just as I do.

She smiled timidly wanting to take the hand he had offerdled but her mum who had been seated beside her glare at her discreetly, her smile falter and she politely decline sitting back down on her seat. A small chaos could be heard around the corner were Rosy was seated, which got alot of attention. They watch as Tara got up from were she was seated and headed to were the dancers were elegantly and proudly,she made her was to the throne adjusting her dress to show more of her bossom and steo closely to the king sending him a flirtatious smile. "May I ask of a dance from you, your majesty" she said blinking her eyes as she stretch her hand toward the king. ******************************$$$

After almost a minute, a single leg steps inside, for a moment before the person appear. She stood by the door for a minute, head hell high, as her gaze travel directly to one person. She then started walking directly towards where the royals are sitting down. She majestically walk with grace and power. Her head is held high like a true Queen, looking directly at one person with lips curve to a smile. She wore a simple Ankara gown with a rose gold color Alkaybba which is following her at least 5 meters behind. Five maids by either of her sides follows behind also dressed in a marching attire.