Royals Series Novels & Stories

“You are not in the position to judge them. Your family came with a customized limousine too.” My judgement stopped just the same time the car stopped. The driver stepped out first. Then another door opened. The King came down with an unexplainable aura. There was no way I could mistake him for anyone. I've seen him during elite gatherings and I've watched him closely. The Queen followed, composed, distant, her expression unreadable as usual. A ripple went through the students as our guests revealed themselves. So the very important guests were royals. English royals with a significant difference.

Zarek got up, almost moved to them but didn’t. "Pardon my manners. I didn’t see you guys," he said sweetly, though I could pick up the distant mockery. "Prince..." "It's Crown Prince, or Your Highness," he corrected Nikolai. Nikolai stiffened. "...Your Highness," he said reluctantly. Smart move. Using his title to assert dominance, I knew there was cruelty hiding beneath that blank expression. Even Luciano had his mouth agape at the showcase. "I'm Nikolai, and this is my fiancé, Tyron," Nikolai swallowed, head slightly bowed.

The person from the Beelzebub royal family who stepped forward was Regus’ third uncle, Magnus. Seeing Roy's attack, Magnus froze for a moment. His eyes focused, and a burst of sternness gushed out. He noticed the difference in Roy. In the ancient dragon royal family, imprints were divided into three classes. The first class was the green imprint, the second class was the silver imprint, and the third class was the golden imprint. Before this, Roy had a silver imprint, but his imprint had been upgraded to a golden imprint now!

After almost a minute, a single leg steps inside, for a moment before the person appear. She stood by the door for a minute, head hell high, as her gaze travel directly to one person. She then started walking directly towards where the royals are sitting down. She majestically walk with grace and power. Her head is held high like a true Queen, looking directly at one person with lips curve to a smile. She wore a simple Ankara gown with a rose gold color Alkaybba which is following her at least 5 meters behind. Five maids by either of her sides follows behind also dressed in a marching attire.

Although the New World Royals were descendants of the fiends, but they generally kept to their own position and drew a very clear line with the fiends. For the record, when Lord Kenny Bred colluded with Skylar Blanc in the past, it started off perfectly but ended in disaster. Her Majesty ought to learn her lesson from a mistake committed by her predecessor, so why was she so adamant on repeating it again?

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

A few seconds later, the trumpets played and Sir Saint opened the doors. “Presenting, the Royal Family of Wilhem.” King Ricardo was in front, wearing a plain white coat with gold linings and an elegant single-layered silver crown. Queen Josephine, who wrapped her arm on King Ricardo’s arm, was wearing a long, asymmetrical plum dress with her hair in a bun and of course, the same crown King Ricardo was wearing. Behind them, was Princess Althea and Prince Thomas. Althea was wearing a yellow pouf dress that reached her knees and she had her hair in a ponytail. Her tiara set perfectly on her head. Thomas was just as simple as his Father but he wore a long sleeve polo and a one-sided brown coat t

“So, ready?” “For what?” I was starstruck every time I met royals. I still found it hard to wrap around my head that I met and shared a meal with royalties. The door swung opened again, then two men in suits put down a couple of paper bags. “What are those?” “We’re going out,” she announced gleefully. “Princess Carlott, I can’t.”

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

She loved what they did to the robe she wore on the outside. The royal embroidery department in charge of making the clothes had put a lot of effort to embroider her favorite peony flowers on it. The flowers just kept on going as if it was a blooming garden. The white robe was tied with a golden clamp in the front and still shows the red gown that she wore inside. She chose the two colors; others would choose their own as long it was traditional in the end. The maids put on a flower headdress on her head to compensate for the crown she would wear later. Her head was already heavy with the hairstyle that they had made on her. At least the shoes were not that high or else she was going to fain