Royal Tara Novels & Stories

"Your Highness! You forgot this." Madin had seized a silver tiara that symbolized the royal consort. The tiara was shaped like small-crystalline vines. Crystals decorated the tiara in the shape of leaves. In the middle of the tiara was an extinct sunstone, which shone in a golden glow despite its status. Sidistir grabbed the tiara and looked satisfied at it. His consort would undoubtedly look handsome in it. Akana may look peculiar, but he was no doubt beautiful to look at. Although he seemed strangely unaware of it...

“It is my honor to formally announce that I have found my fated mate.” A collective hush fell over the crowd. He turned toward me. “This is Tara, daughter of Beta William and Natasha of the Blue Moon Pack. She is my equal. My Luna. My Queen. “ I felt the ripple of shock through the gathered werewolves like a wave of warm thunder. Then, cheers. Applause. A few whistles. I smiled and waved, relieved that no one shouted, “Head for the car!” But not everyone looked thrilled. Enter Cindy. She strutted forward in a too-tight dress, arms crossed, eyes radiating toxic energy. “Seriously?” she sneered. “Her? The Lycan King’s mate? That has to be a mistake.”

Prince Aiden narrowed his eyes at the man in front. Alpha Cyrus’s jaw clenched. “She deserved to be punished because she betrayed me,” he insisted. “No, she doesn't. Tara is coming with us,” he declared. I scanned my eyes at the werewolves surrounding us. I can tell that despite their loyalty to Alpha Cyrus, they are still hesitant to attack the royal werewolf prince. But for how long can they stay respectful to the royalty? “Tara is not coming with you. My family’s blood still runs in her veins. She has a duty in the pack,” Alpha Cyrus claimed.

They turned to look when Marco and Sabrina walked toward them and the ones who weren't wearing a green or purple pendant on their collar stepped to the side and dropped to a knee out of respect. “Good evening, everyone,” Marco said, as he and Sabrina walked by. The two made their way into the main room and Sabrina's gaze moved toward the very back, where the King of Orsino sat on his throne. He looked regal and proud as he gazed out at the audience. Seated next to him was Queen Magdalena. She sat with a smug expression on her face, as though she was too good for even her own party. Surrounding the royalty were guards, but also guests. Many of them appeared to be nobles, based on their expens

I had only seen her only once or twice at the full moon festival. As soon as she reached us, she bowed deeply before Kaiden. “My King.” “Tara,” Kaiden acknowledged. Tara’s eyes flickered to me for a brief moment before returning to Kaiden. There seemed to be some kind of understanding in her eyes and it made me realize that she was in this plan too. “Let’s begin the mating ritual.” Kaiden said and without any hesitation, Tara turned and led us inside. The small wooden house had a cozy but peculiar atmosphere. Dried herbs hung from the ceiling and candles flickered in the dimly lit space. Strange symbols were carved into the floor where Kaiden and I were made to stand side by side.

I stared at her silently, unsure how to respond to that. Laila sighed softly, perhaps sensing the awkward tension. "They targeted my pack too," she said quietly, the deep sadness in her voice tugging at my emotions, "The royalists. At first we thought it was because some of Nightfall opposed my royal blood.." she continued, making me frown up at her.

I might not check in with my mother for a day or two, but Maria is always calling me daily, wanting to know about my day-to-day habits and if there's a reason why I've given up on God. I haven't given up on the big old guy. There are just some connection problems that have gotten in the way. Maria is a protestant, and she has raised me to be deeply religious, while my royal family is Catholic, and they attend church like a lone sheep lost on its way home, departed from the herd. They are good at covering it up, though. They would pretend to be deeply religious like the godforsaken animals we all are whenever it comes to our attention. Especially if it's going on air to be broadcasted on the

Caleb introduces Rahul to everyone. "Comrades, this is Rahul Taraka. We went to the same school, he is a senior student and just recently graduated," Caleb said introducing him to the group, "This is Alpha Ulric of the Emerald Gorge pack, that one is Arnou son of Marrouk of the Avalon tribe, this little one is Aaron of the southern Coastal tribe, you have met Alina and Amelia. We lead the team going to the underworld, with us is our warriors and elders who would guide us through our journey." Caleb started.

I could feel my mother’s stare lingering, heavy even as she continued giving instructions. “Why can’t I go to the Royal Academy like him? I don’t want Zakar’s choice as mine, Mother!” I snapped, pacing toward the bed, fists curling at my sides. “This alliance is needed, especially when you are king soon,” she said, voice tight but firm. “That’s the same thing you said to Zakar, but…” I hissed, teeth gritted, jaw aching, nails digging into my palms. She leaned down and kissed my cheek. “I’ll leave you to get ready,” she whispered, stepping out as the maids rolled the bags behind her. The door clicked shut, her heels and the low rumble of wheels echoing down the stairs until the sound faded in

Queen Marjorie asked. “No, I did not. Thank you, Your Majesty.” “Great.” King Arthur smiled. “I know you’re still unfamiliar with a lot of things but with time, you’ll do just fine.” “Thank you, Your Majesty.” Amelia bowed slightly. “You can stop calling us that. You’re family now.” The princess nodded. “That being said, you should get ready to attend the royal academy.” “Royal academy?” “Yeah, we have an academy here for princes and princesses from neighboring kingdoms. You need to attend till you’re made the Crown Princess.”