Royalty Writes Novels & Stories

"A human!" the Alpha barked, making me jump. "I sentence her to death." "No, please..." He scowled. "She dares talk back. Feed her to the lions immediately!" "Stop!" a shaky but clear voice called when all hope seemed to be lost for me. An old man with a long beard that made him look mystical came into view and addressed the Alpha King. "You cannot kill her, my King, for that human is your mate." *** Frustrated with her family trying to push her to continue her father's legacy as a legendary werewolf hunter, Silver tries to prove to them that werewolves do not exist. A prophecy makes her family turn against her and when she discovers this, Silver runs away into the forest

If one believed they were a genius in this field, they should have noticed that nobody had been taught their way to success. If one figured they were a genius and wanted to try out in this industry, they should read more books and start writing. Even if they were to take a course, their mentor would tell them that success depended on their individual talent. Firstly, editing software could easily falsify royalty screenshots. Secondly, individuals earning six figures per month would prioritize their own writing over teaching others. If someone were to expose this matter, they would be attacked. Some would justify that they were just helping newcomers and people were just jealous.

When Sky walked in on her boyfriend with her 18 year old sister, her world shattered. She fled the country, leaving behind every broken piece of her past. One reckless night, she found comfort in a stranger’s arms—a night she’d long tried to forget. But fate has other plans. Years later, she takes a job as the personal assistant to the CEO of Collens Company, only to find herself face-to-face with that stranger… Xavier Collen. Xavier isn’t just a powerful CEO; he’s a man with dark, insatiable desires, a sex addict who takes what he wants and doesn’t play by anyone’s rules but his own. “You’re mine, You're mine to ruin and to fuck,” he growls, his eyes blazing with fierce possession

Revenge Of The Ex Billionaire Wife follows Rachael, an orphan whose search for love leads her into the ruthless world of the Blackwood family. Betrayed by her husband and tormented by her adoptive sister, Rachael’s life spirals into chaos when she’s cast out and left to survive on the streets, pregnant and alone. Just when all hope seems lost, a mysterious savior from her past rescues her, giving her the chance to heal and rebuild. Years later, she returns stronger, armed with a fierce desire for revenge. With her son by her side, Rachael will stop at nothing to destroy those who shattered her trust—even if it means risking everything to reclaim her life and her power.

The theme for the Founders’ Ball dropped that weekend. Royalty. With a twist. The twist? Up to interpretation. Fantasy, sci-fi, post-apocalyptic glam. One poor soul suggested “clown couture” and was immediately shunned. House Royal, predictably, lost their minds. Anabel Lillington, their house leader, preened at lunch like she'd personally invented royalty. “We are the theme,” she said, hair flipping like it had its own attitude. “No one else has a chance.” House Six sat at their table, watching her peacock across the room.

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.

"Nick, do you think that this vampire might be a royal?" "Yes, now please get going I still have some business to attend to before this circus of a night!" I said and he left immediately. I remember the stories that mom and dad used to tell me regarding the war ages ago. They told me how they were fighting side by side then the next moment they got attacked by rogues. After the war, our alliance ended immediately with the vampires and we were no longer living in peace with each other. I can recall back to last year that the royal vampire never pitched up for the ball. I always heard these stories about vampires and that the royals were brutal. My father told me that I should watch my back ar

The makeups must be expensive,it just meeting Queen Dowager,I don't know what will happen when they were to meet the king They are just too….. I saw everyone bow so I followed. From what I learned,you bow when you meet a Royalty and don't maintain eye contact with them,so I lowered my gaze. "You are all here,welcome to the palace," A soft voice said calmly. I almost raised my head. It took me effort not to. "I will inspect you,and I need you to tell me your names." The voice instructed. I smelt a refreshing flowery scent hit my nose and I can't help but inhale.

"Someone left it and was gone before the rotation." Kael took it. Looked at the front. My name. Written in precise, unhurried script — the handwriting of someone who had not been nervous when they wrote it. Who had taken their time. He handed it to me. I opened it. The letter was brief. One paragraph. Clean margins. The same unhurried script as the address. “Congratulations on the birth of your abominations. The Royal Council's recognition changes nothing — what should not exist cannot be legitimized by the approval of those who are themselves an aberration. We have been patient. We have been watching. We will continue watching until the moment is right.”

“You said I am royalty. And now you are showing me this. What is this all about?” He turned and walked slowly, backing me now. “Royalty isn’t always about a physical crown,” he continued. “Sometimes you don’t see it.” I let out a quiet breath. “How am I a part of that?” “That, before you,” he turned, pointing at the case, “confirms you were.” The pause lasted for too long. My fingers finally move slowly and carefully, touching the edge of the paper. “You are building a narrative,” I said. “No. I am only removing the one you were given.”