Novel & Cerita Royal War

Rose asked “I also don’t know,” After thirty minutes, we arrived at their pack's territory. We’ve entered a trail of trees, I can smell the wind change and the number of wolves. As we go along I can see a big old stone mansion. “The palace used to be bigger than that, “ Caleb said, “After the human war it was destroyed and this is what is left,” he said. “It was also the same incident that moved the different titles for royals like us. But my people still call my father King and I, the prince,”

“It’s been a madhouse since Bennet…Prince Bennet crashed his racecar. Did you hear about that?” “Of course.” Even in America, it was big news when a member of a royal family almost died, especially if it was due to some daredevil sport like racing. “How is your patient?” “Maddening.” His cheerful tone belied his words. “He’s also managed to chase off the second physical therapist just this morning. That’s two in three weeks.” “Impressive.” When the Marine looked up, she gave him a smile before turning a slight bit more from him. “He sounds like a spoiled brat.”

Anka crossed her arms angrily, “well if you insist on that, then I will have Boris or one of his men be my champion and fight for me. No wolf would be able to stand up against the strength of a bear.” Damn. I hadn’t thought that she would have chosen a champion. Was that even allowed? Luckily, I didn’t have to ask because Jurgen immediately shook his head. “Unfortunately, Ma’am, that is not how Royal Duels work. Only those vying for the position are allowed to fight - unless you’re wanting to give your crown to Boris instead.” “Are you bloody mad?” Anka shouted, waving her hands in the air. “I’m not a warrior, trained for battle like that… that… hooligan!”

Charles said. “You're not wrong Charles. I have made peace over my daughter’s decision to end the war. Who knew my daughter would become the ocean’s greatest legend. No romance shall ever be as great and no tragedy shall ever be more mournful.” the queen replied. When Coral asked about the war, the king told her about a field of bio-luminescent blood coral. It's an extremely rare species of coral that only grows in the right conditions and where fresh blood has been spilled. A long time ago the mermaids were at war with the crabs. It was a power move for the throne. There were many royal families in the ocean but none like this. The king and queen Charles would visit were the ones who made t

Then Roland rose from his throne. “Then take them from me,” he said softly. “If you can.” A chill slid through the hall. His wolf surfaced in his eyes, a cold amber, soulless, hungry for violence. Then he said the words that shifted everything. “I, Roland of the Jordan Pack, declare war on you, Morris. And on the Crescent Moon Pack.” The torches around the room flared. A tremor rattled the floor beneath us. War. The word pulsed like a heartbeat.

"Also the auction. What if nobody buys the diamond necklace because I'm wearing it?" He laughed. "Trust me, Skye. A chance to buy a piece worn by someone in the royal family? People will be spending their millions on it." I thought about his words and got stuck on "someone in the royal family." Everyone–even the King–already sees me as part of the royal family despite the wedding still not being planned. It gave me a new sense of anxiety but also pride. "I must not fuck this up," I thought to myself. – @ – The Valeria Charity Gala is an annual auction event and art gallery exhibit headed by different powerful families in Arcadia. This year, the royal family is hosting the event, which happen

I shall bring my pack the strength and unitedness, the grace and vibrance it once had. We are healing our worlds and joining them together. The boys and I. The royals of Ridgewood and their queen.

He's 3 years older than me and at that time he was the one who strolled around me while holding my hands. After that event, we never really saw each other anymore. It's been 10 years or maybe 11 years but he left me a really good impression so that's why I'm picking him as my next target. He's a part of royalty too. His mother was the Princess of Norway. She got married with a businessman and left the palace 2 years after that. I was looking at the menu when suddenly the chair right across me was being pulled. I looked up to see none other than Isaac Calland himself.

he said, "and you reached into the deeper layer, the thread below the Royal power… What you touched was not part of your lineage." I held very still. "Meaning what?" I asked. "Meaning it did not come from the Royal bloodline." He turned back to me. His expression was the most unguarded I had ever seen it. Not afraid exactly. Something older than fear. Something that had been sitting with knowledge and wonder for a very long time. "The Royal lineage is ancient. Centuries old. The last of that bloodline was believed destroyed in the war that wiped out the first White Wolves." He paused. "But what you are carrying beneath it is older than that. Primitive maybe."

"Nick, do you think that this vampire might be a royal?" "Yes, now please get going I still have some business to attend to before this circus of a night!" I said and he left immediately. I remember the stories that mom and dad used to tell me regarding the war ages ago. They told me how they were fighting side by side then the next moment they got attacked by rogues. After the war, our alliance ended immediately with the vampires and we were no longer living in peace with each other. I can recall back to last year that the royal vampire never pitched up for the ball. I always heard these stories about vampires and that the royals were brutal. My father told me that I should watch my back ar