Royal Up Novels & Stories

The man had a very dark history among us commons. It is known that the blood of royals is immortal. Meaning, once you’re a royal, wedded to a royal and sealed by blood covenant or born of a royal. You would live eternally. There was only one plant, of which its name is always only known by the King and the Chief Healer of the castle, could kill a royal. It is said its venom is slid into the hilt of a dagger and when it is very necessary, the royal would be stabbed directly in his/her heart to put an end to their lives.

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

For a moment, it felt like everything might break open. But before anything could happen, before we could take one more step, the palace alarm chimed softly from the hallway. A royal news. We both froze. A voice rang through the hallway, clear and formal: “Attention. The wedding ceremony of Crown Prince Adrian will take place in three weeks. Official information will follow.” My blood turned cold. He turned white. I looked at him. “You knew about this?” He shook his head too fast. “No. I didn’t. I swear I didn’t.”

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.

Yes, I may be a Royal, but I am still a vampire, just like her. I let out a little of my Royal aura, not to threaten but to calm her. We have three types of Royal aura, the first one is to threaten, which is more to induce obedience, the second is for pain, which a lot of Royals use for torture and finding out truths that some are just that little more reluctant to share and the third is our calming aura, showing that we are no threat and is used mainly on Vampups. The sales female then smiles at me as she visibly relaxes. I smile in return and then say.

His tail surrounded me in a protective stance. “So it’s you,” Ren spoke with a sly smile on his face. “The famous Crown Princess of Solterra, the only one alive who can summon a fire dragon. The mistress of fire. Now I see where those rumors came from. You have an incomparable beauty indeed.” “Ren Lancaster,” I uttered his name with disgust. “Right.” He nodded. “I am Ren Lancaster, the king of Frostville and will soon be the king of all kingdoms. And you…” He smirked and advanced a step. “Shall be mine.”

When she stalled, he waved to the gallery, “they’re all aware of it.” “She came to my house high and reeking of marijuana. She wasn’t good enough for him.” “You lied though. Right?” “Yes.” She straightened her spine. “You couldn’t control Royal as well as Prince though. Right? Royal was, still is, much closer to his father than his mother. They have more in common. You couldn’t interfere as much in his life as Prince’s? He would send you home when you tried to interfere. In fact, the situation with the girl came to light in senior year of high school and Royal opted to stay on campus for college. Right?”

He turned and was shocked to see the lamp on the floor. Clara stood there throwing the lamp to show her anger. "Is there anything I said wrong?" Alex raised his eyebrows confused by her actions. "Who are you to give me the freedom to do whatever I want?" Clara asked as she crossed her arms in a dominating way. This girl surely possesses royal blood by birth. The way she speaks and her manners show her status and Alex surely was impressed by her attitude.

The Kingdom of Treiz immediately sent his reserved armies to the Royal Island. The Royal Isle of Los Angeles was a protectorate of Baltimore but open to all the Royal Families of the United Kingdom of Aseana. The place was a nice venue for royal family summer vacation because of its white beaches and a wide range of golf area. Our scholars have discovered that the island has the largest gold deposits in the history of man but we decided not to exhaust such minerals.

I sniffed in, trying hard not to cry. Bulemia Royal Military Academy best known as BURMA was the first military college to be established in this continent, it schooled a lot of Lycan Royals who are currently ruling their countries, even those that were before them. It had the most sophisticated training instructors and facilities, for those who dream to become great generals and warriors, Lycans of gamma ranks, it was a dream come true but not for a feminine girl like me. I almost didn't like to do anything that stressed me.