Royals Series Novels & Stories

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

Atlas’s voice cracked. Phillip nearly lost his temper. His fists clenched at his sides. “Damn it, Atlas! I warned you the risks were too much. You’re the Crown Prince. One wrong move and…” A sharp knock interrupted them. A servant entered, bowing low. “Your Highness, the royal council summons you immediately. They said it is urgent.” Atlas’s face drained of color. His hands trembled visibly. The council? Now? His mind raced to the worst possibilities…someone had already talked.

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Now all Akana wanted was for him to close it. "I wear the royal title Rial Cariad. Royal consort. This makes me royal. I thought priests of Aevitism learn some general knowledge? Or are you trying to say that Eitir doesn't have the status required to have royalty?" The silence laid thick in the room, and as no one had anything to utter, Akana continued.

she was bored without anything to do at home. Other than visiting her master and her friends at the guest residence, she had nothing else to do. “Why?” Leroy was shocked when he heard this. “I’ve seen 3 people with weird eyes that don’t match up with their species’ eyes and 4 including me.” “The royal vampire king Mateo had green eyes when he should have red eyes. The current royal hunter queen or huntress Carissa had red eyes when she should have green eyes.” “You, a royal prince of werewolf had purple eyes when you should have hazel eyes. I’m a royal princess of the witch, had hazel eyes when I should have purple eyes.”

he asked his official council. “I am afraid not, Your Serene Highness,” the senior official answered soberly. “The coronation plans are still in place but it makes things rather difficult.” He had no time for someone stating the obvious. Federico knew what was at stake here. The security of his own country and the continuation of the Altavilla e Portanova dynasty. The Royal Star diamond was part of the biggest unique red diamond ever existed that had been cut in two, as a way to punish a royal family torn apart by foolish pride and its lust for power. It was also the icon of the Royal House of Altavilla e Portanova.

his warm breath fanned against my neck. “Ryder,” my uncontrolled breathing affected my speech. He pulled away from me instantly, much to my disappointment. “I’ll have you all night,” he declares, stepping back from me and his words sending a shiver of excitement across my body. I took a hurried shower and dressed up in a haste, dreading my meeting with the werewolf king again. I tried to keep my outfit simple, yet classy. For every time I have seen the king, I made sure to take extra care with my dressing. Appearance mattered a lot to the royals.

They turned to look when Marco and Sabrina walked toward them and the ones who weren't wearing a green or purple pendant on their collar stepped to the side and dropped to a knee out of respect. “Good evening, everyone,” Marco said, as he and Sabrina walked by. The two made their way into the main room and Sabrina's gaze moved toward the very back, where the King of Orsino sat on his throne. He looked regal and proud as he gazed out at the audience. Seated next to him was Queen Magdalena. She sat with a smug expression on her face, as though she was too good for even her own party. Surrounding the royalty were guards, but also guests. Many of them appeared to be nobles, based on their expens

she scolded. “I am not a kid!” I pointed out not liking that she is scolding me even in my twenty fifth year. “Yes! Which means you need to be careful before doing anything. We are the Royals so need to act like them.” she mumbled frowning at me. “Your both grandparents were the Royals, Mom. We are just normal people.” I commented, staring at her. “Is it so? Then why do you always say ‘I am the Prince of Ivaan’ to everyone for doing some normal corporate businesses?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“When I asked for the whole story, this was the last thing I expected you to lay at my feet.” “It’s a lot, I know.” “A princess. It’s such a strange word on my tongue.” She chuckled. “Are you saying I can’t pull it off? You haven’t seen me in a ballgown or a crown.” He laughed. “No. I definitely can see you in that. It’s just shocking to be dating royalty—and even more shocking learning how you were treated. I want to be fascinated by who you are, but I can't dissociate how you were treated. I don’t know what to say about your parents’ behaviour.”