Royally Screwed Book Novels & Stories

All in the room were silent, until Rhianna began to speak once more. "Herein these chronicles lies a knowledge so powerful it is for Royal eyes only, or one who carries the mark of the order of The Dream Walkers. Any being found in possession of this book, without Royal consent, will be summarily executed with no recourse to trial by his or her peers." "Suitably chilling," Freya remarked drolly, amusement on her face. "I presume all here present have Royal consent?" "I wouldn't have translated the book otherwise," Rhianna remarked dryly, though her tone was equally as amused. The tension level in the room was high, and it reduced a bit with the light banter between them.

I said, and Rick nodded as he walked to the center of the room and dropped into a chair. My fingers glide along the books as I read their titles. I pull one out, glance at the first few pages, and then slip it back into its place before continuing. “Hmmm,” I hummed as I squatted to see the books at the bottom. My fingers glide along the books, and my heart stops when I read one of the titles, “How to Reject a Mate and the Consequences that Follow.” Slowly, I pulled the book from its slot and flipped through a few pages.

Author’s pov “Call the Fixer. Tell him to take care of this mess.” Elena bowed her head immediately. “Yes, Your Majesty.” She pulled out her phone, her hands trembling slightly as she dialed the Fixer, the one man who cleaned up royal disasters, both human and supernatural. The room was quiet again, filled only with smoke and tension. The air felt heavy, like a storm waiting to break. Then suddenly, a sharp notification sound broke the silence. Everyone’s head turned.

"The audacity of this author!" Roland exclaimed, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and apprehension. He found himself pausing every few sentences, his gaze lingering on the words as if they held some hidden power. The book was a veritable bombshell, daring to criticize the very foundations of their society. It painted the royal family in a scathing light, accusing them of insatiable greed and a complete lack of self-discipline. However it was the author's stance on slavery that truly captivated Roland. With unwavering conviction, the book condemned the practice, asserting the fundamental equality of all humans and denouncing the notion of one person being inherently superior to another.

Deep claw marks ran from his elbow to his wrist, blood seeping through his fingers. The entire hall was plunged into shocked silence. Chloe looked at the blood on her hands, as if just realizing what she'd done. She looked at Isaac, at the horrified faces around her, and then she turned and ran out of the hall. Isaac stood there, blood dripping onto the expensive carpet. The once-promising Alpha heir, utterly humiliated in front of the elite of every pack.

She hadn’t had a proper tour of the huge Lunar Pack mansion, yet – so, she doesn’t have a tiny clue where it was. Tamara toured around – shelf by shelf. She was looking at possible books that she could read while waiting. She ardently wanted to spend her precious next few minutes reading. She was about to move to the next shelf when a black with intricate golden linings book caught her attention. ~ The Royal Blood ~ Those words were embossed in gold – making Tamara’s brow creased due to her growing curiosity. There was something inside her that was asking her to grab the book and read it – and she did.

But I straightened my posture and replied calmly, “My night was relaxing… very nice.” Steve didn’t respond, but there was a faint knowing glint in his eyes. When we arrived at the library, I dismissed him. I already knew the rules and how to access the books. I seated myself gently, the leather chair creaking under me, and summoned the two volumes I needed: The History of Dreadveil Palace and The Book of Spells and Sorcery.

" She lied, attempting to maintain her composure. Edward's laughter was icy, devoid of joy. "Vanessa, you ought to be. You should be extremely scared." While talking, he put his hand in his pocket and retrieved a tiny key. He opened the drawer next to his bed and took out a tiny book covered in leather. "This is the journal you were searching for," he mentioned, his eyes shining with malevolence. "But you are not prepared for the reality it hold." Vanessa felt her heart beat faster as Edward flipped open the book, his gaze moving over the pages.

THE LEGEND OF THE VIPER PROLOGUE There were so many ways one could celebrate their twenty first birthday but never had she ever thought it would be this way. Dressed in a black beautiful and exquisite robe with the huge vicious viper on the back, she walked slowly and confident down the aisle as she went to her throne. The hall was crowded with her followers, children to the hilt; all wearing their specific colors. Behind her the Oracle followed her. The only sound that was present was that of the drums being played. She finally arrived and stood there.

Ethan's exquisite beauty and noble aura blended seamlessly with the opulence of the attire, as if it were designed solely for him. Valerius's heart swelled with a strange pride, a sense of possession and admiration he had never felt before. "It suits you perfectly, Ethan..." Valerius murmured, his voice a soft caress, almost as if he were speaking to himself. Dorian Ashcroft's voice echoed from outside the door. "Your Majesty, the medicine is ready."