Royalty Descendants Novels & Stories

"If you've read the history books, you already know the origins of our king." "Then... are there any direct descendants still alive?" "No. They were all killed." "What if one survived?" Vincent crossed his arms. "Why do you ask that?" "Just curious." "Oh, Deli..." Vincent ran a hand through his hair. "If a direct descendant were alive, he or she would be executed. I don't know why, but all royal wolves follow this rule without question." So it was true—my mother had been hunted. Did that mean that she was a descendant of the old king? But who?

“Is it yours?” “Yes.” I knew he was rich, but who the hell could afford to buy a castle? “This place must have cost a fortune.” “It didn’t cost me anything. I’m descended from the House of Alpin.” I wasn’t going to sugarcoat it. I didn’t know shit about world history. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what that means…” “My bloodline comes from royalty. My ancestors used to rule over Scotland. I’m the last living descendant of the house. Therefore, it’s mine.”

She’d judge me anyway, might as well make it worth her while. “Is this the culture of the peasants you associate yourself with?” She asked, making reference to the people from school. “Yeah. We act like people. Not robots with no real personality” “It is expected of us to act our best. We are royalty !” I snorted. Royalty my foot. My mother considered herself royalty because she married into power. My father, the Beta of the Crimson Pack, our pack. She’d been outraged after he died and the title was passed on to another candidate due to the lack of a male heir to inherit it. The resentment had turned her into… whatever she is.

" He said. "But surely i know there are also a lot of descendants from that Emperor or whatever. Why not choose from them? " "You have the perfect DNA resembling those from The great Emperor from the Tang dynasty. You are the perfect heir and they need you to bring back monarchy in this country. " "How did you know i have the perfect DNA resembling his? " "Oh! I snuck into your room and I took your tootbrush for DNA testing. " He explained. I frowned. "That's why my brush went missing! it's you! And why do you people even want to bring back the monarch? I've read from books that the monarchy isn't a very good experience for the people. "

The room burst into laughter. “My name is Princess Alvarez. I’m the vice president of this esteemed institution, and it’s an honor to be here. You may be wondering why I’m standing before you today. Well, it’s tradition here at Royalty College for upperclassmen to welcome the freshmen and guide them through what they need to know about the school—and a few other things too. “So without wasting much time, let me tell you about the five clubs we have. You’ll be choosing the one that suits you best. But be warned—some clubs are selective. You’ll have to pass a screening to get in.

“I'm not 100% with any of my information, but as far as I know, only those of royal blood have the strength to control Alpha blood.” “So, you think she's of royal blood? That's impossible. I know the King and Queen are off grid but a lot of the other royals aren't and I've never heard of a royal missing baby.” Could it be possible she is of royal blood? It is said that all pure Alphas are descendants of the royals themselves, though because of years of wars and killing, there isn't many pure Alphas left. The amount of wolfs that have lost mates in battle, having to take a chosen mate and having children, has diluted the amount of pure bloodlines.

Luxury and wealth would definitely sway the Youngs! "That…" Hearing the threat in Harold's voice, Melvin and the elders fell silent. The Youngs only had two families of direct descendants. The first was Elder Young and Gilbert's line, the second was Melvin and Jonah's line. Other than the direct descendants, the rest of them were vassals and indirect descendants. In the modern world, wealth and money trumped everything! To those who were not direct descendants, the direct descendants relied on the Young Group to give them a life of wealth and luxury. That was why they served the Youngs so diligently!

However, some people will do anything to achieve great authority and fortune because of greed and unlimited ambitions no matter how hard it is to obtain. And possibly, because of all of these uncountable conflicts, the only left and the last member of the Royal Council of this particular Kingdom and with the Highest Council members made the speculative decision that has ever made in the history of their realm. They made a decree to search for the lost last descendant of the Royal Family for a limited period of fifteen years, and after that, if not found then they will decide for the next beholder of the Royal Crown to continue its Legacy of Rulership and Lineage to start a new era of the new

Willow starts frantically typing into her computer and pulls up a family tree she started to create of the Royal Werewolf family. “I started this a while ago, but put it aside as I was focused on other projects. It does show a few instances, 700 years ago, that the crown went to a second-born. In one case, it went to a cousin. There is no explanation why, so I thought it might be due to unmentioned disabilities or illness”. “Then that's who we need to look at. The ones who got the crown for another reason. They might have been affected by the same prophecy, which means it’s a legacy prophecy as well”.

And when she asked him again, his answer didn't change. "You are to be my Consort." A consort. His f**king Consort. Athena bit the insides of her cheeks and almost drew blood from it. With the contract already established between them, Athena didn't have any way out without facing a heavy price in trying to disobey the contract binded with magic. "What do you think of this dress, Consort?" Agatha, the maid who Alexander found to see through all her needs while staying in his house excitedly asked Athena didn't like being called 'Consort' but after staying in the mansion for two weeks and hearing that blasted word everyday, she could only force a smile and wish she could stab Alexander in the