Royal Tara Novels & Stories

He was making great progress, and she was certain he’d be released from the VA Hospital for this particular injury in a matter of weeks. Her phone buzzed again, and she took it discreetly from her pants. Her eyes widened, and she smiled her pleasure as she brought it to her ear, turning slightly to shield her conversation while still allowing a view of the Marine’s form. “Tucker Carlton, I haven’t heard from you in months.” His voice sounded like he was standing right next to her, though he was probably still in Montrovia, where he was the royal family’s personal physician. “It’s been a madhouse since Bennet…Prince Bennet crashed his racecar. Did you hear about that?”

“You—what are you doing here?” The smile never left her lips. “Relax, I didn’t come here for war.” I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. “Then what exactly do you want?” “My name is Tara. My mother… she’s the head witch of New York. Your Alpha almost killed her.” My stomach dropped. “Wait… what?” “Yes,” she said calmly. “But that’s not why I’m here. There are bigger things happening now.” She leaned closer. “The Owl is close, Kaima. Really close. We need to act fast.”

We were in a funeral and I was getting over excited. I guess I would always remain Zara. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n A song I took some parts from Tiktok. If you like That Royal Betrothal, clap your hands (2x) If you promise that you'll follow Zack and Zara till the end. Then I’ll really like to see you clap your hands;) P/s Don’t forget to leave your reviews.

Does Tara have the Sight? “How does this bad lady look, Tara?” I ask her, showing her how serious I take her words. It is not just something silly to me, or a little girl's fantasy. Even the Alphas have gone silent. She opens her mouth as the door opens, and Alpha Blake gestures for the Beta and Delta to come in quietly. Tara’s frightened eyes stare at me, but I silently encourage her to speak her mind. She takes a deep breath. “She's scary, papa. Her eyes are black, her skin has snakes of blackness and she is scared of the moon. She comes from the pack of silver light, and some people think her name comes from the Moon Goddess, but it doesn’t, it’s only said the same.”

Stacy finally reached the destination. She paid the cab and as soon as she turned around, her breath hitched. The royal hotel certainly lived up to its name. The hotel reached the sky as its glass windows glittered in the moonlight. Inside of the hotel lit with golden lights giving it a royal vibe. There was tight security and she saw many armed men standing surrounding the building. She had never been to any royal suits before. But it seemed very unusual to have this many armed men.

CAMILLA RYDER The Lamborghini purred away as I stepped onto the red carpet laid before the towering glass doors of the grand opening venue. My eyes instantly caught the massive banner above — Liam’s face looming on it, bold and arrogantly posed like some kind of messiah to the business world.

She cut across me, a glimmer of a smile forming on her face, "I never quite understood or appreciated such formalities. It never made me feel content." I was chewing on my lip. I could never imagine not calling somebody as royal as the future heir to the throne as their first name. Still, it wasn't like I could disobey her orders. "Adeia," Her name rolled off my tongue like a spell I was transfixed too. I couldn't get over how pretty and perfect it sounded. Adeia. A true name for somebody as pretty as she was. "I cannot begin to express how grateful I am for that." My eyes skimmed over Adeia's facial features. She was so naturally pretty, despite having just woken. With tanned skin, narrow e

“I have some questions about the prophecy you made.” Tara sighs and nods, “I figured as much. I’m sorry Hilda, but nothing’s changed. I still see that you won’t carry the Alpha King’s child to term. He will have descendants, but they will not be born from your womb. The one currently resting there will not survive.” Tara’s mouth is still moving, but I can’t hear anything. I glance at the ring on my finger, willing it to do something, anything, to let me know that she’s lying, but nothing happens. Blood is rushing through my head and I feel dizzy.

Osric pulls me down into his lap and places his hand on my stomach, distracting me from my anger. “I challenge Raven for her title as Luna,” Tara speaks casually like she is bored of the situation, clearly wanting to fight. “You cannot challenge for the title of Luna, not when she is his fated mate! You will also address her as Alpha or Luna, your disrespect will not be tolerated pup!” Natalie roars as Tara stands, smirking at me while Osric grips my waist to keep me from standing, knowing I’ll accept anyway.

It is not okay to treat everyone else as if they are beneath you. "I do not expect anything of you. There is a curse on the royal line. You have not heard of it because we never speak of it. It states that we remain celibate until we find the one destined for us. The curse is also part blessing as it keeps us from having bastard children everywhere. It is also a curse as we cannot marry for political gain. We can only marry for the love of the one that is meant to be ours." He says giving me a decent smile.