Royalty Descendants Novels & Stories

“Well now…unlike you I’ll surely keep my words, just wait a bit and I’ll give you the torturous death that you deserve.” *Royalty is the current heir of the royals, the ones who hold all the powers and they do so till they have kids. The first child is always royalty. The royalty is what the vampires and werewolves are after and that’s why the royalty always hide in the dark but not this time.

I learnt the little extras i needed to learn quickly enough. Even though mother's teachings are more than adequate, I had to made little changes to some things. Only full blooded Lygion descendants can be referred to with royal titles like prince, princess, your majesty. The others that can be referred to with titles are the mates and pups of the full blooded Lygion descendants. It’s easy to tell them apart with their scent, who is full blooded and who is not. I stared aghast at a vicious female warrior who commented on Zaya's ass.

Desmond said as he looked wistfully in the direction that Bella and Will had headed. "Don't you want kids of your own?" I asked before I could stop myself. By that point, it seemed that Bradon had already tuned out of the conversation completely. His attention was on something else, as if he couldn't care less what Desmond wanted to do with his personal life. "Not really. They'll just be a problem," Desmond replied. I knew what he was referring to. If he were to have children, they would automatically become heirs to the royal family. Even if Desmond were to step down, as long as he had at least one heir, the royal family could be revived somehow.

Birthed as the direct descendants of the human race it was no surprise that the royal family had one of the purest and highest manas. Due to the high level of mana reserves within their body, every royal was born with an ability or two and only ever once—three. With such abilities it was no wonder the royals of the human race were respected as if offended, one would be making a formidable foe to battle for all ages as they barely let go of grudges however this was also so for favors as one who has ever given them favor will never be forgotten and would have their loyalty for ages to come.

“Because if she dies, the Royal throne goes to you dear sister.” “But you are older?” “It doesn’t work like that in the Royal family. The Royals are led by a female, it is believed that…." “We are direct descendants of the Moon Goddess herself!” I finish his sentence, I had already sort of met the Moon Goddess, even if it wasn’t on good terms. Lucian nods his head at me, but he was still looking at me suspiciously. He knew I wasn’t telling them everything.

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?

"My name is Jackson Huang, the direct descendant of the first Huanglong dragon and relative to The Cursed Royals. Glad to have finally met my match." The two pierced each other with ice-cold glares. The way Jackson carried himself around a room and towards another person pointed towards royalty. Radyn groaned at himself mentally, wondering how he didn't figure it out earlier. He spoke smoothly with the manners of a leader but the passion of a fighter.

Shex explained. “And it’s not that easy for us? Why?” Lex asked. “No. Because all the royals lead back to the Creators. That's why each Royal family starts in a different region. But as you know some of the Royal have decided to abdicate their position and become Common. The regular data base has to search through its archives and then the Royal data base searches its archives and then a third data base looks for the heirs that went from being Royal to Common. It can sometimes take years for this search to be done. Which is why we had arranged Mates for a while.” Mera explained.

“No succession has been decided.” The High Priestess explained that ancient royal terminology had never been consistent. *Heir* could mean a descendant of the bloodline, a successor, a protected member of the family, or a child connected to some ancient oath entirely separate from any throne. The inscription didn’t necessarily mean my children were destined to inherit Silverfang. I felt relief at the distinction. “They will not be given a destiny,” I said firmly, “simply because someone carved words into wood centuries ago.” She agreed completely.

He chuckled and he turned to me fully. "You don't need to rush, Amanda. Take it slow.. and besides as long as you're happy, it's enough." My Dad actually came from a really rich family. His family was one of the richest families in the UK but his father disowned him for not wanting to take the family business.