Royalty 33 Novels & Stories

My fingers slid over the engravings of the coin, the frigid metal soft against my skin. She sighed with relief. "The gods have answered our prayers," I told her reassuringly, "I will get us out of this, I promise." Aunt Iris patted me on the shoulder. A sad look passed over her eyes. "Don't make promises you can't keep, child."

"Your majesties!" he uttered. "I want you to monitor the royal convoy of Prince Raphael the whole night. He is on his way back to Baltimore now." My father ordered. "Yes your majesty!" the minister replied. That's how we acted upon receiving the said news because the three Kingdoms of Brizalia, Delivria and Acrostica comprises the United Kingdom of Anglutica, a known enemy of Baltimore with respect to territory. I went back to my palace and call Prince Raphael. "Hon, I know you have enough valid reason for travelling at night but I want you to know that I am so worried about you travelling this time. Hon you're already considered as a royal family of Baltimore because we are engaged for mor

Akana used the word Primus, the Relevian word for the headmaster, hoping to sound more respectful. "Virtus Scolaris is known to receive royalties from all over the world even if the kingdoms are rivals. What do you think would happen if the other kingdoms found out that you do not seem interested in protecting the royal students from threats? " Akana suddenly felt a warm breath against his ear and a slimy voice that reverberated in the room. "You're not of the royalty, my dear." Akana had wondered when the priest would open his mouth. Now all Akana wanted was for him to close it.

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I will be kissing those lips, an intrusive thought suddenly appeared, and I internally screamed at myself for thinking that because this is most likely an error–a glitch in the system–something that has never happened before. "Vivienne?" I still hear Amy and Bianca talking to me and I still don't answer them. My eyes are still on the picture, still on the screen that read: "Congratulations! You have been Matched with: Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee III His Royal Highness, the Prince Third in line for the Throne"

I shall bring my pack the strength and unitedness, the grace and vibrance it once had. We are healing our worlds and joining them together. The boys and I. The royals of Ridgewood and their queen.

"So, have you come to a real decision now?" Harrold wanted to make sure that Louie agrees to this, it would be much more easier for a plan to be executed with a cooperative person involved. "I'm... still not completely sure about it. I'm owned by Prince Russel and to do be a part of this plan can cost me my life, sir Harrold." Louie was too afraid to do something against the third Prince. He may hate him, but all he can ever do is to fear that monstrous man.

Guess she did not need Gina`s party dress after all. “I am hoping to have Freya end up with the Alpha`s son and be the next Luna. So you better behave, one wrong move or if you embarrass me, I will make you pay. Do you understand ME?” Her stepmother threatened, glaring at Ella with hatred. “Yes I understand,” Ella replied submissively before continuing with what she was doing. Ella sat silently in the car as they drove to the Alpha`s house where the party was being held. Dread filled Ella as she thought of all the times she had been called there, humiliated each time for being wolf less.

“You have no warrant! You can’t just storm in here!” The lead soldier sneered, holding up a sealed document. “By order of the Crown, we can. Where did you get this?” He held up the expensive royal fabric Atlas had gifted him weeks ago, soft, embroidered with the royal crest in gold thread. Jacob’s jaw tightened. “A friend gave it to me.” The soldier laughed. “A friend? This belongs to the royal family. Explain yourself, farmer.” Outside, villagers gathered, whispering loudly. “What did he do?”

These people got evil moves… evil moves. Theo ran a hand through his hair, letting out a sharp breath. “We’re dead.” The words were quiet, but heavy. “They can’t let us go,” he continued, voice tighter now. “We know too much for them to let us out of here.” “Tell me something I don't know,” I muttered. “They might not kill us,” he said quickly, almost like he was convincing himself. “Because we’re royals.” I let out a short, humorless laugh.