Royalty Descendants Novels & Stories

I was screwing a legit royal. Not just a royal, but A descendant of Pharaoh... Pharaoh... "Uh-huh. She's a direct descendant of Ramses II. I don't know how, but my grams used to tell us stories about our origin. And from the stories, our great, great, greatest grandmother must have been the daughter of Ramses the second." HOLY! FUCKIN'! SMOKES! "You're are of royal blood," I noted the obvious, "Unfortunately."

From son to son, from grandson to grandson, the power of life and death remained dormant within the firstborn, always the only child in each generation. – Is Alex your descendant? Is Black Stone the pack where your son was created? - No Micky. You are my descendant. I said I was your ancestor. Don't you remember? - My father? My grandfather? And do I have the power of life and death within me? - Yes. Kat is of royal blood and the legitimate queen. But you are the source of royal power. - Goddess. How am I going to explain this to them? What do I do with this information?

He gave his youngest progeny the same orders that the former queen had given him before she passed on—to consume his heart and become the Prince of London. ‘That vampire was the current Prince’s great-grandsire. No other vampire from his generation remains, so every single royal vampire in these islands is a direct descendant from him.’ And, I add to myself, if the tradition of using dhampirs to strengthen the line began with him, he was also the current Prince’s great-grandfather.

He explained. "I can't have her blood in my line." Nicklaus snarled and my heart sank. "Her blood is already in our line her father is a branch of the Royal family who had just as much right to the crown years ago as your ancestors did it was just unfortunate one brother won and the other lost and was an outcast." Queen Poppy reasoned. "Wait yuck they're related?" Lucinda blurted out. "Not closely but going back hundreds of years there was a distant connection. The family tree is huge Lucinda and well watered down." Poppy replied as relief washed over my own anxiety.

Only Julien himself knew that the possibility of his succeeding today was zero. At this point, Harrison cleared his throat and said seriously, "I declare that as of today, Julien is officially the first heir of the Rothschild family, and Royce is the second heir. And I, as long as I can still move, will do everything in my remaining time to take the family to a higher level!"

I didn’t plan to make that mistake again. I knew this was a good call. The formidable four were meticulous about whom they dated. All they’ve done was watch and vet me. I had a feeling I didn’t pass, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t use it to my advantage. “We can always have heirs from other women,” Ashton said. “Children but not heirs,” I corrected. “They would be illegitimate. Pure blood makes the royalty of the kingdom. If they fall short, then they can’t stand before the kingdom as heirs.”

As he watched his grandson storm out, senior Royale could not help but think back to the first time he met the triplets. He did not need a paternity test to know that they were descendants of the Royale family. Flashback..... Senior Royale’s gaze lingered on the triplets. Allie’s bright giggles echoed in the room as she waved the design drafts triumphantly. “If we tell Grandpa, Mum will be in so much trouble!” Artie grinned, nudging his brother. “Blackmailing for ice cream? Genius.”

“He had enemies in the Lycan pack, though, as the prince. There are many greedy people in there who only want power.” My grandmother’s expression turns sour. She looks into the nothingness of the room, sparing me from her sharp glare. I swallow the lump that forms in my throat, unable to look away from her story. “You see, his royal lineage has a special trait that only his descendants will be able to carry. Your mother helped him harness his ability. They worked so well together…” I reach out and take my grandmother’s hands in my own, consoling her.

On the eve of their marital union, she was found butchered in the Chateau. “Oh my God.” “No one knows what happened, no killer was ever caught or convicted.” “So it could be this Silas guy, it could be someone else?” “No one knows honestly.” “How do you know so much?” She asked me. “I is my families ancestral estate.” I told her. Her eyes went wide as she listened to me. “You’re descendant from royalty?” she asked. “Supposedly from before the French Revolution” “If that’s true, I would take heed and keep your wits about you. Don’t mention it. There are some people around who affiliated with the current royalty, they may think you’re trying to upstage them or take their place.”

The girls' gushings of the prince faded into the distance until only soft music filled the tiny confines of the trailer. Since I arrived at the orphanage when I was six, I’ve had the unfortunate privilege of watching the Selection process more times than I’d like to admit. The prince was the first descendant of the Vampire King. Heir to his throne. Because of that, the royal family had tried countless times to find him a pet he desired, only to draw up short.