Royals Series Novels & Stories

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.

They must be expecting a bigger price. "Yes. Your swords has the ensign of your kingdoms as royalties. I want to add it to my collection." I bit my lower lip as I looked at the princes. How could I have a heart to fail them? They hava taken so much pains just to get to this point. And thinking about the very kind queen that reminds me of my own mother… How can I fail her?

she said calmly, and Haden's and Saxon's eyes went wide as they turned to her instead. "It seems you last few Royals have a habit of attracting multiple mates," she said thoughtfully, "and strong ones at that. It's almost as if the Goddess herself wants to ensure the continuation of your line." We all stared at her for a long moment, unsure how to respond to that, but it was clear that none of us disagreed. It was too much for coincidence alone.

No one has seen me yet and I don't plan on letting them until I've calmed down. "Would you please stand for the King and his Queen" a voice calls and I crane my neck to see another door has been opened, well the gate anyway. Clyde and Trish step through and the pack begin to cheer at the sight of their current Alpha and Luna walking towards the stage. The two guards are standing directly in front of me so there isn't a chance of anyone seeing me but they stand at an angle that I can still see. I squeeze the older man's arm in silent thanks. Clyde is wearing a classic suit and trousers, fortunately no tie, looking smart and like a proper King. Trish is extravagant beside him, her gold and blu

Their rich oil deposits and rare Earth minerals had probably had something to do with England’s acquiescence. She held her breath as the prince came into sight, battling the latest surge of nerves. Her first sight of him wasn’t the professional evaluation it should be. Instead, she noticed his lean, toned physique displayed by the tight white tank top he wore. It wasn’t what she would’ve expected from a Prince, but she couldn’t argue that it certainly highlighted how muscular his arms were—which reminded her that she was there to work, not ogle the Prince.

I admit. I do not really spend much of my time watching the Court's fashions. I have spent the last few years just trying to survive.The last couple of months has really been even more intense when it comes to my focus on other subjects. I have been so focused on coming up with a plan to steal the crown. "Red is considerend a royal color to some and a demonic color to others. What reason could you have to like the color red? Are you royal or are you a demonic worshiper?" One of the knights say to me.

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

“That's very nice of you, Christian. Your momma will be so happy when you give these to her.” “Christian!” I heard a middle aged lady running out from the pack house and coming to us. Her eyes widened when they landed on me and then she scowled at Christian Jr. “Royal Beta Christian, I'm so sorry for the disturbance. Chris can be a little proactive and find his way out of my sight real quickly.” She looked frightened. I don't blame her. Most people react that way in the presence of the Royal Beta and the Royal Alpha King.

“My name is Princess Alvarez. I’m the vice president of this esteemed institution, and it’s an honor to be here. You may be wondering why I’m standing before you today. Well, it’s tradition here at Royalty College for upperclassmen to welcome the freshmen and guide them through what they need to know about the school—and a few other things too. “So without wasting much time, let me tell you about the five clubs we have. You’ll be choosing the one that suits you best. But be warned—some clubs are selective. You’ll have to pass a screening to get in. “Starting from number five, we have the Book Club. This is perfect for anyone who loves reading or feels too shy to dive into more social activit

Someone chuckled darkly, a solemn nod going about the room. It had my curiosity entranced as each generation started to describe the slow decline of the Great Pack, as they called it; all Rogues connected to the king under one banner. What was even more surprising was the casual mention throughout of the Royals being Lycans. No one in the room batted an eye at it, just accepted it like truth and enjoyed the stories. “Constable, I hate to interrupt; but are you saying all Royals for England were Lycans?” I had to know, a few cops snickering at the question, but Constable Myra just smiled and nodded her head.