Royally Screwed Book Novels & Stories

A deep cruel voice asked from the shadow of the darkness. "Yes, they all are." "Good, this is good news indeed." The evil voice then faded just as it had swiftly come with the culprit, leaving to go celebrate. After all, this was a great achievement indeed…the successful royal assassination...of an entire Supreme Royal family dynasty. ~ As soon as silence befell the place, Queen Sophia immediately opened her eyes. Rousing from her fake pretense of playing dead and lifeless,

Then Daren knock and entered, he was the person spying the prince. Gaius didn’t look up immediately. “Any thing you think I should know?” Daren bowed low. “It’s worse than we suspected, Your Highness.” Gaius paused, moving the opposing queen. “Worse? How worse? Did my dear brother get some girl pregnant? Or has he started gambling away the royal coffers in secret?” Daren shifted uncomfortably. “No, my prince. Not gambling. This has nothing to do with a woman at all.”

what's his deal? "It's okay, Sir Angelo. The whole royal family is aware," Prince Keith said from the inside of the room. He glared at me for a solid 15 seconds before moving out of the way. "Keep your hands to yourself," He whispered at me. Princess Ruthy's room was even bigger than Prince Keith's. She had a nice king-sized bed with a rose-colored bedding and white covers. She had a beige double-door wardrobe and a marble bathroom. On the other side of the room, she had two tall shelves filled with books and photo albums.

Romeo finally lifted his face, his hard eyes looking at the duchess with questions. "A royal Werewolf doesn't taint a human virgin's blood when they bite them. This explains why the princess's scent remained the way it was before you bit her." The lines in Romeo's forehead deepened. He wanted more explanation. "This is apparently one of the royal family's secret. Here is one of the books that your mother entrusted into my possession for safekeeping before she left Dacria. And now I am returning it to its rightful owner. She said she had found these hidden in one of the secret dungeons in the imperial palace. Unfortunately, these books are the only surviving books about the real royalties lef

Page number 76, a royal should only be wedded to a noble. Oh, bullshit. I close the book with a heavy heart.

Alice I wore a princess-style gown as I attended Karina's father's trial, where we aimed to prove his innocence. Last night, we managed to find the Magical Bug, and fortunately, it recognized our presence, resulting in the blinding light we witnessed. Currently, the underground royal room was packed with people, and the living mirror was securely locked away. The Windston Royal family, along with the most trusted royal knights, gathered here. As the royalties engaged in casual conversation on the left side of the room, I couldn't help but notice Prince Casper's restlessness in the right corner. Karina was bombarding him with questions, and he appeared agitated.

“They didn’t need to, knowing what they were was enough to put the fear into wolves and vampires. If they shifted it was a last resort” “You know what I look like when I shift?” “Well I haven’t seen you but I have seen pictures, Come I will show you” I follow him into the packhouse and down the hallways towards the library, inside he walks over to shelves I hadn’t checked yet, and reached up towards the top, his muscles protruding as he grabs a book from near the top and hands it to me. “The Royals” I read the title, the book hadn’t been on the shelves for long or it had been looked at recently as there was very little dust.

Beyond lay a vast chamber that took my breath away. The royal library. Shelves soared to the ceiling, filled with tomes so ancient I could feel the aura of knowledge radiating from them. Dust floated in the sunbeams cutting through high windows. Pretending to browse, I murmured under my breath, summoning mana to guide me. Threads of energy tugged at me until six books glowed faintly in the corner. Each one whispered of royal ancestry, inscriptions, and bloodlines. Exactly what we needed. Six books… too many to carry. Too risky to steal.

Yet here I was, forced to swallow the unimaginable. Satisfied that she had quenched a thirst I never had, Selene pressed a book into my hands. One glance at the cover made my heart sink. Trolls. Of course it had to be trolls. In that instant, I understood Kael’s disdain for the entire franchise. This girl’s obsession was unlike anything I had ever witnessed. It coated her world—her words, her shelves, even the Princess Poppy hair ties woven into her braids. She could walk into a boardroom tomorrow and sell their brand better than any professional, all without knowing she was doing it.