Royal War Novels & Stories

They stand in battles with the North for ages and their weapons can destroy anything that comes their way. The white moon of the West is known for its medicines and poison. They are the weakest in terms of physical strength but they are not someone to be a mess with. They live harmoniously with the human territory; you can say that they are the calmest pack. Golden arid of the East known for their kin eyesight and art battle. The desert is their habitat, which resulted in their unique area of battle. Once you cross their territories there is no going back. The only faction that does not follow them is the Central Kingdom known as the Royalties. They are believed to be the descendants of the

Alpha Rohan popped the grape into his mouth with a chuckle. Guinevere caught the sound and looked over. Alpha Rohan caught the hard look in her eyes before it dissolved into that guileless, beaming smile. He smiled right back at her with gusto, adding a head tilt in acknowledgement, and whispered drily to Ryan out of the corner of his mouth as he turned back, “If Alpha Raymond fails to come up with anything or whip the alpha queen out, we are going to have our hands full with this one after her coronation in two days.” “Oh, goddess,” Alpha Ryan muttered, frowning at Lane's theatrics at the front as he went on and on about the evils of spies and why it was important that the kingdom stay firm

I might not check in with my mother for a day or two, but Maria is always calling me daily, wanting to know about my day-to-day habits and if there's a reason why I've given up on God. I haven't given up on the big old guy. There are just some connection problems that have gotten in the way. Maria is a protestant, and she has raised me to be deeply religious, while my royal family is Catholic, and they attend church like a lone sheep lost on its way home, departed from the herd. They are good at covering it up, though. They would pretend to be deeply religious like the godforsaken animals we all are whenever it comes to our attention. Especially if it's going on air to be broadcasted on the

"He dares to claim what is mine. He dares to breathe the same air as my Queen. Move, little wolf, before I make this room a slaughterhouse." "No! Don't do this! He isn't worth it!" Rosalie cried out, her voice small, trembling, and completely unconfident against his roaring presence, but she refused to let go of his arm. She squeezed her eyes shut, her mind racing through the horrific consequences. "Dominic, think... he is related to you by blood! He is of royal Eastern descent! If you murder him here, under a peaceful assembly, it will spark a catastrophic war between our territories! The elders... the pack... everyone will bleed!" "Let them bleed!" Dominic roared, his volatile madness expl

“Nobody misses the palace barbecue.” That reminded me… I looked around the room. “Okay… seriously.” Every conversation slowed. “What is this Royal Ribbon?” The silence that followed lasted only a heartbeat. Then… Raiden smiled into his coffee. “It’s memorable.” Zayden nodded his head once. “Oh, definitely unforgettable.” Roman folded his arms across his chest. “It’s one of the oldest traditions in the kingdom.” “People talk about it for years,” Ronan added. Kael tried to hide his grin behind his mug. Ryker suddenly became very interested in the television. I narrowed my eyes. “None of you are actually answering my question.”

They gave me a final bow and stepped away quickly, like the floor might crack under them if they stayed too long. The Royal Ball, the grandest event that has always rotated annually among all the werewolf packs. Two years ago, it was at the Ironclaw Pack. Last year, it was in the Moongrave Pack. But this year, it’s happening in my kingdom... the Crimson Moon Pack. It's a not-so-formal occasion where royalties form alliances and celebrate a year of peaceful reign. I stepped into my chambers as one of my guards opened the door for me. It was quiet and familiar, as always.

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Malakai’s fury was barely contained, his gaze burning with years of betrayal and the raw need for justice. The Royal Council watched from the side in human form, mounted on their horses. They sat as impartial witnesses to the battle that would decide the future of the Royal Kingdom of Blackclaw. All eyes now turned to the Prime Alpha, who rode forward, his presence an embodiment of ancient law and tradition. His voice, deep and commanding, echoed across the field as he laid down the final rules for the Battle of the Alphas.

"Oh, Riley. I know you're great. But ... the thing is, this is a different war. I'm becoming uneasy." "It's not just about your safety, but ... many other things," Rowena added with a withering look on her face. Riley wasn't blind. He could see the anxiety in his wife's every body language. But, he was not one for sweet talk, so all he could say was, "Calm down! No matter where the war is, it's still a war. There are rules." Ever since he learned that the enemy who was about to overthrow his brother-in-law's throne was someone who also had the blood of the Wellington royal family, Riley had never been able to calm down.

She rises to her feet, then slowly inches forward. "Watch your back, Racheal; from now on sleep with one eye open. Because I will be coming for you…soon." Jazell said and then walked past Racheal. "You act as though we are at war with each other." Racheal said, and it was Jazell's turn to halt in her tracks. "Royalty is war, Racheal; it is also a battlefield. We try to eliminate our enemies, and in the process, we get our hands smeared with blood. If royalty is not bloody, I don't know what is." Jazell calmly said before finally walking away.