Royalty 33 Novels & Stories

A lady walked up to the royals, her brown braided hair, swaying slightly behind her as she moved. “Greetings, your highness.” Helen bowed in respect to Prince Andrew, who said nothing in response. Excited to see her handmaid again, Amelia forgot about what she intended to say to the prince. “You are back!” she exclaimed. “Can we go back to my room? This robe is…” Helen cleared her throat and Amelia realized she was just about to forget her royal manners right in front of the prince. “I’ll lead the way, princess.” Amelia nodded and turned slightly to the prince, who stared at the two ladies in amusement.

“By accepting this title, you have vowed to honour it and uphold it. You have vowed to be loyal to the throne and those who are your own. You have promised to abide by the laws of our Kind. Breaching the same will entail twice the punishment that one would receive as a normal vampire. This title bestows you with not only an esteemed position in the court, but it will also give you more power. May the Moon Goddess be with you.” I bowed, as was customary, and let the decree settle in. So that is why she wanted me to become a Royale? She wanted me to be bound by the throne. “I accept this honour and will abide by the laws of our Kind. I will uphold and honour my position and will not misuse it

“I’ll talk to my father.” Luciano didn’t look convinced, but he let it go. “That’s everything,” he said after a moment. “Your flight leaves in thirty minutes.” “Of course it does,” I muttered, gathering the files. I paused, then looked up at him again. “I need something else.” That got his attention. A slow, knowing smile crept onto his face as he leaned back. “That doesn’t sound optional.” “It’s not.” I slid the black card across the desk toward him. “I need a full file on the royal family. Everything.”

Now, for the one divorce that truly mattered, he arrived punctually. When Benedict saw me, he stepped toward me. “I’ve thought about many things over the past three days. Perhaps we haven’t reached the end yet. “I finally understand what it feels like to lose the person you love. “I could never betray you again. It’s unbearable.” For three full years, Benedict had never once repented. Were three days truly enough to grant him such an awakening? I smiled bitterly and shook my head. “Benedict, over the past few years, I gave you thirty-three chances.

With you, I found the courage to overcome my fears and believe again in the power of true love. Alexandre: (embracing Giovanna with affection) Giovanna, I thank you every day for having you in my life. Your love makes me a better man. I promise to protect our love and create a future that is worthy of our history. As our relationship strengthened, the inevitable approached: the royal marriage. The news spread quickly across the ship, and the pressure from society and the media seemed to increase every day. I found myself surrounded by prying eyes and questions about the future.

Berth said, gazing at her reflection in the mirror; the candle at the side of the dressing mirror illuminated her face. "I always knew I was born to be royalty, born to order people around, and watch people bow at my feet. Something inside me always spoke those words; I dreamed it, and now I am living it." Berth smiled, then slowly rose to her feet. "You have served me well, Tamar. Once I become the third queen of Decreash, I will not forget your loyalty." Berth said, then walked past her, making her way to her bed. Just then a knock came on the door…

he scoffed, but immediately shut up hearing Christian's furious growl directed at him. "Mind your words, Arnold! Don't forget she is the Royal Beta female."Christian growled, shutting him up. Damn, Royal? I liked the sound of that, but did I care? Absolutely not. "And respect is all that you will give her." I could see Arnold literally glaring at me, wanting nothing to bury me alive. But that only made me smirk at him. Sucks for you, Arnold!

Queen Areli, queen to the werewolf kingdom and goddess of darkness, beamed so brightly from the win against her mate in their stare game. The scent of Royal Beta Brum hit them hard, having been waiting for him for an hour. His hair was unkept, smelling of the woods where he always disappeared to. His face was blank as always, death haunting him, like a ghost wondering around with no direction at all. You did not have to look far to see that he had drowned long ago. The moody and proud beta was gone, leaving behind a shell with no one knowing what had happened or how to get him back. The room filled with tension just as fast, it seeping in every corner and suffocating like every space the bet

They were the physical mark of our bloodline. My bloodline. I stared at Kornell. Alexander Miller was a Beta. The son of a Beta. Yet the wolf standing in front of me carried both characteristics of Royal blood. “He looks like us,” Bruce said. I fucking knew. And judging by the way Bruce had suddenly stopped snarling, my wolf understood the significance just as clearly as I did. How? My mind immediately started searching for an explanation. Alexander's father had been Beta David Miller. His mother, Dr. Adeline Miller.

The fear I felt and the noise I was hearing was making my headache, the friendly man walked to us with a young boy behind him who was lifting two beautiful golden crowns on a white pillow. He stood in front of us then gave a low bow. "Long live my king and queen," he said then got a beautiful crown that was engraved with all the most expensive stones and put it on the king's head, he bowed then got the smaller crown engraved with diamonds and put it on my head, then bowed and walked away with the young boy. "Long live the king and queen!" The people cheered loudly then kept quiet when the king lifted his hand. "Long live your Highness," one man in royal robes said, looking at the way he move