Royal War Novels & Stories

Maison intercepted it with brutal efficiency, his larger wolf form slamming into the attacker with bone-crushing force. More enemies poured from the forest, their numbers far greater than the initial howls had suggested. This wasn't just a raiding, this seemed to be trying to stop the full prophecy from coming to pass, but what Royal line was he even talking about? All four Royal houses fell in the Great Werewolf War. What the hell is he talking about? The Royal Line was a myth, a legend told to pups before bedtime—the original werewolf bloodline from which all others supposedly descended. If that was real...

Alpha Rico said to the two men across the table. "She's a…. a hybrid," Beta Simon answered. "A hybrid with Witch and Wolf blood. Her name is Royal." "Royal?” Alpha Rico asked. "We have not welcomed any 'Royal' in our pack. And if she has indeed given birth, her name should be documented. If you can wait for a few hours, I'll request the list of new mothers and entries from across my pack. Will you be able to wait?” Throbbing veins appeared on Alpha Chase's head but he seemed to calm himself. "Okay, we'll wait. Will it be ready tonight?"

He would lose the woman he loved. A chilling gust of wind hit him very hard, and Royalty opened his eyes. Pressing his thin cold lips together, Royalty clenched both fists, and lazily stepped into the rain. Royalty bowed his head, and was drenched in the rain. He had little time left, and he would rather choose to die than let his little rice ball get married to Mercury. A low painful grunt escaped his broken lips. It took a long while, but in the next moment he raised his head, and there was a loud snap.

I hissed, a flash of memory ripping through my mind. His gaze never left mine, his face twisting into something ugly. “No one wants a weak man on the throne,” he thundered. There it was, same old story. Crown. A wave of anger washed over me, my jaw locking tight. He’d always thought of me as weak, but hearing it out loud hit harder than I expected. “If the council gets you here by sunrise, that will be considered an open defiance. Disrespect to the crown is treason,” he growled.

Ethan replied, “they’ll make theirs.” Somewhere behind walls and whispers, Isabella stood alone with knowledge she was never meant to hear. A betrayal close enough to taste. A trial rushing toward her like a blade. And a crown that had finally chosen love over fear. As night crept closer again, one truth echoed louder than the rest. This war was no longer quiet. And it was about to claim its next move. They called it mercy. That was the first lie. “You can walk out,” the voice said, calm and kind, “if you admit your mistake.”

“You have no warrant! You can’t just storm in here!” The lead soldier sneered, holding up a sealed document. “By order of the Crown, we can. Where did you get this?” He held up the expensive royal fabric Atlas had gifted him weeks ago, soft, embroidered with the royal crest in gold thread. Jacob’s jaw tightened. “A friend gave it to me.” The soldier laughed. “A friend? This belongs to the royal family. Explain yourself, farmer.” Outside, villagers gathered, whispering loudly. “What did he do?”

Now all Akana wanted was for him to close it. "I wear the royal title Rial Cariad. Royal consort. This makes me royal. I thought priests of Aevitism learn some general knowledge? Or are you trying to say that Eitir doesn't have the status required to have royalty?" The silence laid thick in the room, and as no one had anything to utter, Akana continued.

Louis’s anger towards Eclipse pack was that their future alpha tried to murder me, and that one of the killers was traced to the pack, meaning they knew more about the killings than they cared to admit. It has been many decades since a royal of my class visited the Western wolves, talk more of a pack like Eclipse pack. Louis had been within the western wolves briefly for a short period of time, but having the first prince here was a big deal seeing I am not allowed to attend missions like this except it was highly necessary, which was the case.

She will make you take that, which probably will tame you. Uh-oh. That doesn't sound a good idea to me. 'Nor is it to me,' Raja agreed. "In what kingdom are we in?" Lucia whispered to me. "I don't have any idea. How about you?" "If we are brought to the next kingdom after the forest, then we are in West Rail, but if we are brought to the kingdom after that, then we are in Rousiana." Rousiana! That is where the River of Flames can be found!

In a secret room located at the Chairman’s office, Sun was deliberately scanning the contents of the opened barrier the royal vampires handed. It is indeed, the lost Red Woods Royal Album dated before the worst war they encountered — The Human-Vampire War. The Royal Album consisted of pictures of the previous Kings and Queens from different regions of Red Woods. Images of the greatest warriors and hunters and life in the whole community are also included in the compilation. “The truth is slowly unveiling itself,” Sun whispered as he browsed through the pictures where Jet’s Mom and Raze’s Dad are completely shown up.