Royal Thieves Novels & Stories

They wanted him to see who he was getting along with the throne. She was a trophy, and they wanted him to gawk. If a show was what they wanted to put on, she would give him a show. "You are not worth me carrying you up to the throne." "You don't even know me." He slithered, and she evaded. "I don't need to. I know men like you. Wealth can't buy you the class you would need even to wipe my heels." "Bold words for someone even the guards disrespect."

Cinderella bit her lips so hard, and had barely exchanged vows with the big devil when there was a loud excruciating scream from the gates One by one, a certain dark angel dragged, and snapped the bones of the thugs who stood at the gate Protectively. He was extremely swift, dark and bloodthirsty. Royalty lowered his wings, and flapped off the wet droplets of rain on his black feathers. The thugs were stunned at the domineering mystical creature before them. They threw up their weapons, inadvertently staggering back, and aiming their rifles. " Stay away, or we would shoot you! " Royalty snarled. " I didn't come for you. " He looked ahead into the church, and finally saw his woman dressed in

“So what do we do? Sit back and let him dismantle the Dominion piece by piece?” “We watch,” Tavian says, his voice dropping into a low, possessive rumble as his wolf claws at his chest, demanding he claim what’s his. “And when the blood starts flowing in that arena, we make sure we’re standing right behind him.” Inside the grand estate of Royal Entertainment, Arthur Roy—a powerful, refined Alpha in his late thirties with silver-streaked dark hair—stands by the massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the central territory. He listens silently as his head strategist reads off the latest reports from Frostclaw Hollow.

No one could. Then I saw him. Damien. He stood by the royal stand, wearing a black coat with gold embroidery, face cold and unreadable. His eyes locked with mine for a split second… but they gave nothing away. Not rage. Not guilt. Nothing. The King rose. His voice echoed like thunder. A reminder “This slave was caught living within the royal walls… hiding like a snake… and stealing the royal crown. A sin against the monarchy. A sin punishable by the ancient laws.”

Mami ask coming into the room in her sky blue swiss lace that's sawn to a normal free gown and thanks to me for the design. "And here comes the Queen" I said with a giggle while curtseying. "Wait" Sultana said while looking at us through the mirror "Are you sure Dad is not gonna be here". I burst in to a hysterical laughter while Mami said "Sultana when did I became mates with you?" "Wow, you are indeed our queen" we all turn to the source of the voice and found the prince standing by the door. I stares at him wearing just the clothes I choose for him. white kaftan with cap and a rose gold wrist watch with golden colored cover shoes.

Every corner looked meticulously maintained, making Dustrich feel grander than Astral despite the familiarity Amelia still felt toward her childhood home. “Her highness, Princess Amelia, is entering.” A man announced and Amelia made her way towards the royal family, who looked like she was the one they were waiting for. Since they were all seated at a table, they fixed their gazes on her as she walked in and Amelia couldn’t help but feel small. She wished she could go back to her room and throw the blanket over her head. But she couldn’t do that since she was in front of the royals already. “Greetings, Your Majesty.” The princess made a filial bow to the King of Dustrich, stood up and did th

It's been days since I last saw Demitri. Like he promised, he never saw me again. Which on the contrary should suppose to make me glad, but why do it felt like I am missing something every single day? "A royal decree is issued!" someone shouted in the tavern's door. "Royal decree?" Thiara looked confused. Everyone went out. If it's a royal decree then it's something that concerns everyone. "What could it be? This is sudden..." I heard the murmurs.

He hadn’t even realized he had been holding his breath until he let it out in a jagged stream of relief and something else Federico couldn’t quite identify. “Thank you. You did well.” “Sir, the council have still not come up with any clues to the whereabouts of the Royal Star diamond,” Francesco went on. “There is a private investigating team working on it, as well as Prince Alex, but so far nothing has come to light.”

Honestly, I think I'm in the wrong Royal Manor- no way are these people the viscous King and Queen of Black Shadow Pack I've grown up hearing about. Tuesday morning, I've been here ten days. Almost like a robot, I get out of bed, stretch until my back clicks before pulling on my running clothes. I bought new ones with Alice and I think the dark purple sports top and black running shorts are my favourite. The top ends just above the base of my ribs, beneath my breasts. I make my way towards the front door, tying my hair up as I jog down the stairs. I pass several omegas, who dip their heads with a smile towards me. I skip down the front steps, ignoring the way my wolf warns me about being fol

A woman in a market stall was being interviewed. “You know, maybe now the royal family will finally understand what it feels like to be robbed in broad daylight. We’ve been suffering the brunt of the Onyx Herald rogues for so long because there has been no protection over our heads. But now that the royal family has been directly affected, maybe they’ll finally pay more attention to us.” She said, an aloof look on her face as she stood. I clenched my fists tight. “So, you feel that the royal family hasn’t been addressing the threat of the Onyx Herald rogues adequately?” The interviewer pushed, and the lady chuckled.