Secret Society Of Second Born Royals นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He looked directly at me, and for a heartbeat, the rest of the pack vanished. "...She has returned to us the blood of the First King." A gasp went through the assembly. The elders looked at the triplets, then back at Killian. This was the public declaration. The "Secret Babies" were now the "Sovereign Heirs." "Dr. Argentum will hold total jurisdiction over the recovery of this pack," Killian announced, his voice unwavering. "Her word is my command. Her children are the princes and princess of Blackwood. If any wolf disputes this, they dispute me."

I hope she knows I'd do anything for her. I have a secret. I’m pregnant with my best friend’s baby. One drunken night, one missed birth control, and boom, it’s baby time. I’m thrilled but…Mack is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. He’s celebrated my successes and held me during my trials. His family has become my family. If I'm being honest with myself, I've been in love with him for a long time. But if I tell him I'm having his baby, will it ruin everything?

We discovered that our families had been entrusted with not only the weapons but also a profound understanding of the secret society's origins and vulnerabilities. Driven by a newfound sense of purpose, we delved into the history of the secret society itself. The hidden archives we uncovered unveiled a sinister truth—an ancient pact forged in shadows, where power and control were the currency of its members. They had infiltrated governments, manipulated economies, and controlled the destiny of nations. The secret society thrived on secrecy, deception, and the fear it instilled in those who dared to challenge it.

My mother said. "What did you want to tell me, Gemma?" I asked. Gemma opened the book in her hands and passed it to me. "The Obsidian Wolves. They were found in your bloodline. Someone from the royal family started this secret society, centuries ago." She said. I looked through the names and I was surprised. I recognized them. I passed the book to my mother. "Dear goddess…" she exclaimed. "Everything is falling into place. This is what they have always been waiting for." The Queen said.

But in the back of my mind, the image of the mysterious man and the note from Jacob disturbing me, refusing to be forgotten. The grand ballroom was alive with chatter and the soft hum of classical music. It sparkled with elegance, every corner drenched in wine and different dishes. My heart kept racing in anxiousness as I stepped inside, my eyes darting from one unfamiliar face to another. I was eager…desperately eager…to catch a glimpse of the infamous daughter of Kenneth Johnson. The rumors surrounding her were endless. After years of silence, whispers of her reappearance had stirred every corner of the elite society. And tonight, she would finally be revealed.

My father kept close behind us, while Amelia and Nathan followed. My grandfather suddenly grabbed my arm. He told me there was something else I needed to know. I pulled away. He said I deserved the truth. I asked what truth could possibly be left. He told me that twenty-one years ago, when I was born, the organization had not been waiting for one heir. They had been waiting for two. Rebecca was not the only second successor. There had been another child. A boy. The child had disappeared shortly after birth. The organization believed he had died.

She reckoned something darker was at play there. She typed in another search: “Eduard Yellen, conspiracy theories, heraldic cults.” What came back made her sit up a little straighter. YouTube videos, fringe articles—all linking Yellen to a secretive group called “The Rulers.” Could these people be real? Or was this just jealousy from Yellen’s less successful colleagues? Whatever the case, “The Rulers” were obsessed with ancient legends and mystical artifacts. The kind of obsession that made people bonkers. The kind that could make them dangerous.

So they ended up being considered royal because their powers were stronger and they could do both. When the first child that was conceived by a royal God and a tier one God, came out with only one kind of magic the royals banned coexisting. They had already taken over at the time but this made it more separated. They went to their own dimension and just watched over our realm. Whenever a God was born with both kinds of magic they became royal.

That meant that he won't be able to sit on that comfy golden throne with the royal crown embedded on his head with the highest power to rule over the whole kingdom. " The secret of his birth should never get out of this chamber, not even through then holes of this room. Even the air of this chamber should be confined in this chamber itself. If I get to hear it outside this chamber, all of your head will be hammered and smashed into the pieces," the queen warned them in such cruel breathy whispers that nobody dared to let out the secrets of his birth to the world outside of that chamber. His birth was changed from the borderline of day and night to the day of the next day, it was referred to

’ I remember innocently asking the former Queen as I lifted my wrist. She looked astounded. ‘You know what I am? The Order has been keeping it a secret for decades. The new generation were not supposed to know that the kingdom has been tainted by vampire blood and is currently being ruled by a vampire queen.’ ‘I overheard my parents talking about it in the library when they thought I was sleeping.’