Royal War Novels & Stories

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.

I didn’t have much to pack, and even if I did, I don’t want to take much from this place, I do not want to be reminded of this place, so I just threw a few clothes inside my backpack. I haven’t told Layla I found my mate and got rejected on my birthday because that would make her feel worse. I was trying to be strong myself, I know I believed anywhere was better than here, but I’m beginning to doubt that now. The news is that the western wolves which is an aggregate of twenty four packs, of which Eclipse pack happen to be one of them have never been in the good books of the royals. I don’t know exactly what the story is but the hatred has been passed from generation to generation.

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!

I hope that if my mate is here this evening, he will be as happy with me as a mate as I will be grateful for him. Kafei had attended the annual Howling each year almost as long as her brother Tibarn, many unmated male wolves feared the Royal Princess, but not because she was a cruel wolf, far from it, but even now, Kafeiś tiny hands lay hidden ensconced in special black gloves; Kafei was the Eoyal hands of death, her touch skin to skin killed instantly. The last Royal to speak was young Kai; the excitement staining the air as she-wolves of all ages hoped to be the lucky one to claim his heart.

His face was cold and fierce and the aura he was releasing put the people under him under pressure. Leroy stiffened up when he saw him but keep a calm face. This person was the first Royal Packs Prince, Rayner Sanctius. He was the person in charge of the war against the vampires and he was seven years older than Leroy. He had joined to fight against the vampires for 3 consecutive years and now he was promoted to be the War General. “You are a hunter?” Rayner looks at Carissa, studying her as if she was his enemy. Carissa stiffened when she heard his voice. Her body was numb when she felt his aura. It was even harder for her to lift her head to look at him.

“Tomorrow the court of wolves will bare its teeth.” Lucien pressed a kiss to the top of his head, golden eyes gleaming in the firelight. “Let them. We have sharper fangs.” Outside, in the marble halls, whispers spread like poison through the noble circles. Prince Rowan smiled into his wine, already weaving new threads into the coming storm. The war for the throne had moved from the southern wilds into the heart of the palace. And the forbidden mate stood at its center—quiet, intelligent, and far more dangerous than any of them yet realized.