Royal Tara Novels & Stories

She looked very beautiful, but what caught my eye was the diamond pendant that had the royal seal of one of the feared, rich kingdoms in all land. "There you are." She whispered. I stood up and moved closer, quickly bowing slightly to show my respect. I wasn't stupid to not figure out that she was royalty. Everyone knew that the diamond pendant with the seal was only worn by the king, queen, princess, and prince. Apart from those, no one was worthy enough to even touch it. "Don't do that dear." She said with a warm smile. "I'm sorry." I whispered. "It's fine dear. By the way, I'm queen Valarie and you are welcome in our kingdom." She said.

Amirat says and she left for the kitchen, “'Tara was gazing round the big room and she entered into the washroom, she says, “waoh, I have seen a very good hideous point for myself in terms of troubles” 'Tara says, and she came out of Larry's room and walked to the passage, and she was looking around when Amirat met her and asked, “do you need anything?“ Amirat, “No, am admiring this house” 'Tara retorted, “Okay, come with me let me lead you to the living room,” Amirat says, and the two of them walked a long passage going to the royal living room, “this is the ancient living room, it has been like this for more than six decades,” Amirat says,

“I couldn't muster up the courage. She smiled nervously, gathering her courage. “I am Tara, goddess of the forests. Don't take us for idiots! Michael yelled at her. - Your queen, Melena, has decided to rule your entire world. Tara continued her story without taking her eyes off her father. “For this, she decided to remove all other strong beings from this world. She had already removed, the fairy king's "husband", the earth dragon. As far as I know, the Fairy King still hasn't recovered from the loss of his true mate. And he is the oldest and wisest being in your world. Now she decided to get rid of me too. So, I completely agree with your decision to leave here. I can’t run away forever, so

Talia smiled as she looked at the noble ladies chatting and showing off their expensive and luxurious clothes and jewelries. It was the hugest event in the Kingdom of Qarth, the youngest prince was choosing his bride and all noble families had been invited. She wasn’t really from one of those but she was here as a helper, making sure that the place remains clean. Talia was nineteen years old and unlike other children of her age she wasn’t going to school. She lived with her grandmother; she never knew her parents so her grandmother was everything to her. She was sick and she could only work hard to pay her medical bills.

Isn't obvious that I'm leading to a harder path? I actually have a good idea about this. What if the key to your goal is in the palace? It could be possible, don't you think? I don't think so. You're so hardheaded, my lady. However, ad of now you have no choice but to go with the flow. Might as well look into different angles. Indeed, Raja? Indeed, my lady. * * * Two days later... "Good morning, future Queen Ophelia!" Thiara gigled as she showered me petals of roses the moment I went out of my room.

“This humble servant has brought you an offering.” His voice draws Elara’s attention, but I don’t realise why she seems keen until the man is done speaking. He unfolds a piece in his hand, revealing a brocade cloak. “It is embroidered with the Prince’s family crest. We’re indebted to the Blackwells for their generosity towards our family. Come forth, Tara,” he calls out gruffly, and a meek woman emerges from behind him. She has her gaze cast low, her pink lips set firmly as she curtsies. “This, Your Highness, is my youngest daughter, Tara. She embroidered this with her own hands.”

Before we met, I already had a bodyguard, but Tara was a different story— she was a royal, the next in line to the throne. “Wait.” She looked at me. “Did you forget something?” I briefly looked at her. She was the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen. Her hair was blowing in the wind. I couldn’t help but trace my thumb on her cheek. “Beautiful.” “You’re driving.” She stared at me in disbelief. “Yeah. I know how to drive.” “I know that, babe, but it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

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. In London, I'll be Logan Christian. I don't want to stand out in the crowd so I decided to just befriend a nerdy, lonely and weird girl named Amanda Estelle. I heard that she's actually the granddaughter of Elliot Estelle, one of the richest men in England but I don't really care. She's not as weird as I thought she would be, she's just building a wall with other people.

I shrugged. "Whats her wolf like?" Emmett asked. "Majestic." I sighed. "Her name is Tara. She's pure white with a slight blue glow, almost like the moon. She bares the moon Goddesses descendant mark and the purple fur mark of the royals." I explained.