Royal Thieves Novels & Stories

The royals seem like an interesting lot of people. "The last royal mate couple who was ambushed by the rogue and were murdered brutally," elder Raoul continues to explain with a hint of sadness in his tone. "Oh! I didn't know," I exclaim trying to connect it with the appearance of a witch spy in our school. "What do you know about the royal wolves?" Elder Alarick asks making me think. "I only know that a large number of wolves were killed in the royal war that is when the rogues attacked the royals in an ambush and that today, there is no living royal among us." I tell them.

The only snake, most conniving, and traitorous person to ever exist Balthazar! He squeezed the shit out of the pen in his hand before breaking it in half. "Get the warriors out for a search. I'm going to talk with the Alpha." He sprang out of his recliner, immediately making his way to the Alpha King's office. "Balthazar has Anastasia," was the first thing that came out of Christian's mouth upon meeting the Royal Alpha, Dominic King. The lines that marked Dominic's forehead were enough to speak volumes of the anger bubbling inside him. Once again, the foul cockroach had not learned from his mistakes and decided to step into the lion's territory. "I mind-linked the guards; they reported the j

He was talking about Royal. "Royal has a very low tolerance for filth," Ripley said. He dropped onto the seat next to Philip and leaned back. The scar cutting through his left eyebrow made his smirk look even more jagged and mean. "He prefers to stay away from stinking trash. He is actually the lucky one. He doesn't have to look at your face." Ripley shifted his gaze to the two men standing like statues behind Riley’s shoulders. They were his sworn mate brothers. They looked just as smug as he did.

Someone chuckled darkly, a solemn nod going about the room. It had my curiosity entranced as each generation started to describe the slow decline of the Great Pack, as they called it; all Rogues connected to the king under one banner. What was even more surprising was the casual mention throughout of the Royals being Lycans. No one in the room batted an eye at it, just accepted it like truth and enjoyed the stories. “Constable, I hate to interrupt; but are you saying all Royals for England were Lycans?” I had to know, a few cops snickering at the question, but Constable Myra just smiled and nodded her head.

“To give you a villain while the real crime stayed buried.” One of the council members stood. “What crime?” I took a breath. My chest tightened. “The war,” I said. Everything stopped. Adrian went still. Marcus’s smile faltered. “You lied about why it began,” I continued. “You told the kingdom it was necessary. Defensive. Clean.” I laughed once. Bitter. “It wasn’t.” I turned slightly, meeting Adrian’s gaze again. “They ordered him to keep quiet,” I said. “They threatened everything he loved. They told him peace depended on silence.”

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.

That damn smile still curled on her face as her hands now toyed with the strands of hair along my chin, like she wasn’t talking treason in the middle of our bed. “And what makes you think I’m interested in anything you have to say?” I asked, my tone cold and unshaken. She laughed, full and sharp, like glass breaking. “That’s a f*cking joke, right? Alexandro, you know me. I know things... Important things. That’s how I survive. That’s why you’re lucky to have me. And now? I’m about to tell you something that’ll shake Della Mano to its knees. Vincent’s entire kingdom... gone.”

I swallowed, my throat dry. “Alexander brought me,” I managed to say. His lip curled, unconvinced. Before I could explain further, a servant rushed in breathlessly. “Something had been stolen from the royal palace!” The Gamma’s gaze snapped to me like a wolf scenting blood. “You,” he said in a growl. “You must be the thief!” “Me?” I asked, my heart racing. “I… I would never.” He didn’t listen, though; he was in front of me within seconds. His movements were so swift I barely saw him approaching.

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.

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.