Royalty Writes Novels & Stories

At 2 p.m., I stood at the bank counter to report a lost debit card. I'd lost it the week before and hadn't gotten around to replacing it. Evie Reynolds, the teller, took my ID, pulled up my information, and suddenly paused. "Sir, there's a recurring patent royalty payment under your name. Would you like to link it to your new card?" I froze. "What patent royalty payment?" She turned the screen toward me. I squinted at it for three seconds, my mind going blank.

“And only a select few are permitted to know the details and even then, they never speak about it.” My heart skipped. That didn’t sound good. “What can you tell me about it?” “Only the claims of royalties perform the rite of purity after the official ceremony.” “The ritual is an official event, but it is mainly for the royal family. And no claimed can be acknowledge by the royal family without the ritual.” I sighed. This was only making me panic more. “Is that all you know?” Her face dropped. “My apologies, my lady.” I shook my head. “No, you don’t need to apologize. I was drowning in not knowing just a few seconds ago.”

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

“Julian is… entertaining. The typical story everyone would like. But Rowan?” I paused deliberately, rolling my eyes in a flirtatious manner. “Rowan is legacy.” Camilla blinked. “Legacy?” “He’s literally royalty,” I said. “The second son of the English royal family. That’s not just a regular status… that’s history.” Chloe tilted her head. “You don’t even like all that royal pressure stuff.” “I don’t,” I agreed. “But If it is with Rowan, it's different.” Julian is best for attention, but Rowan wasn't the type to get involved with it.There was something far more compelling about someone who carried weight quietly. He held himself like he didn’t need anyone’s approval. Which meant winning his at

"Third is the Baylans, which I already explained earlier, they are healers and they are also the advisors of the royalties." "Royalties?" I asked curiously, he nodded and continued explaining. "Royalties is like the equivalent of a council or a government in the mundane world." I nodded upon understanding what he meant. "Royalties are composed of both Flamis and Glaciers. Queen Feu, your maternal grandmother is a member of the Royalties, and also your paternal grandmother." he licked his lower lip when he saw my confused look. I don't quite understand what he just explained, does he mean that all of my family members are part of that so-called 'royalties'?

And funny enough, just yesterday she has more than 5 hundreds followers. Is still about her controversial Pictures that was printed on the papers two days a ago. And it actually cause the stock in EG to hit rock bottom which by the way since then the shareholders are discussing about removing her as the future Queen. He is just quiet for now, cause he'll be damn to let that happen. "Pancakes" Prince Fahad said shrugging his shoulders while gazing at the content in his plate. "Yeah" Nawal answers simple as she raised the bottle of chocolate syrup and said "With chocolate syrup". Then she put is for him.

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.

Royalty squad with a blowup. " Then quit wasting your time and mine if you don't mind," I replied. " This is bullshit. Just wish it's not true." Royalty said angrily and zoomed out with her pals. Gosh! I can't believe this is what I'm going to be facing now.

Percy warned. "Yes my prince," Kamil replies and started the car. He drove out of the airport car park into the street. Everyone thought life is easy for the royal family of the Anderson because they had it all. The money, power, and authority but that wasn't the case for Percy. He was the crown prince of the Katula kingdom but he lacks love and care. His parent married out of love and so he doesn't know the word love and doesn't even believe in it. Percy looked through the window shield and thought about how imperfect his life was. Although his pictures were plastered in almost every tall building in the kingdom, his life didn't feel the same. He was just hiding under the name 'crown prince

"Why don't you start by telling me what a royal is and why you think I am one." He took the cap off his beer and took a long draught. He looked like he was about to cry. It was so stupid. This guy was a bodybuilder, probably close to three hundred pounds, and acted like some sniveling, downtrodden, bullied... just thinking about it ticked me off. No one should be made to feel how this guy was feeling. I couldn't imagine a life like his. "A Royal is born a werewolf. Royals shift faster than bitten wolves. They have more control over their shifts. They can control themselves mid-shift, reversing the shift even."