Side Royal Novels & Stories

Have any idea, Raja? He was being sarcastic. He was trying to flirt with you but you were being so uncooperative. Trying to flirt? I don't think so. I didn't dwell much on that and continued my walk. Due to curiosity, I asked a court lady as to why they are like preparing for a huge feast. "His Majesty is expecting some royal guests from the kingdom of Ledoss, Lady Ophelia." So that's why. I thought another royalty is celebrating birthday. What a grand way to welcome guests.

“You may find this surprising, but I wasn't always just an old lady living in a trailer. When I was younger, I was married to a nobleman. A lord to be exact.” Sabrina lips parted from shock, but she stayed silent. “Yes, I was part of a royal family when I lived in Britain,” she continued. “I was married to a British Lord by the name of James Dunhill. I loved the man deeply, despite the fact that he was arrogant beyond belief. I saw through that one fatal flaw the best I could and did everything I could to continue the relationship with him.” “Faye, are you serious?” Sabrina asked. “How did I never know this about you?”

Her shirt was plain white, but her shorts had blue bands running from the waist to the hem. “Which shade.” “That’s just diabolical. You know I don’t know because you don’t have one.” “I do.” She fibbed. “Which is it.” “Royal.” She replied after a long pause, wiggling her eyebrows, and he erupted in laughter as soon as he made the connection.

"Y-You're highness, I-I am Louis Ronnenburgh. The third s-son of the Duke and twin brother o-of your wife—" "...and why the fuck are you the one here? Where's your sister? The Duke can't possibly set me up to marry a boy!" "My s-sister has been missing so they made me her r-replacement until she is fou—" "DOES THE HOUSE RONNENBURGH TAKE ME FOR A FOOL!?" The Prince raised his voice. "N-No! It's not like that your highness!" He pushed Louie away and began to look hostile. "JUST BECAUSE I'M THE MOST UNFAVORED SON OF THE EMPEROR DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO TREAT ME LIKE THIS! I AM THE IMPERIAL PRINCE RUSSEL HEILSONNE!!"

Hades would never allow it, nor would I after learning she was our mate. "This will take much more planning." I growled, "Do you have anything else in the mean time?" The voice was silent for a few moments, "I do. Not nearly as much money, but this target is also of importance." "Give me a name." I growled. "August Halifax." The raspy voice replied. "Halifax?" Hades questioned, "Another Royal?" "They are up to their games again." I grimaced. My past required me to be quite knowledgeable of the Royal's and I was extremely familiar with the games they enjoyed playing.

He greeted her without showing any emotions in his face and looked unapproachable but Alexander told her that he was trustworthy and strong. He was also Alexander's right-hand man. It was weird to have a vampire as a right handman of a shapechanger. No matter how their kind fell to the same category, an immortal and strong supernatural being, vampires and werewolves would never bend their knees to each other. However, Robert Heinsley was different. He was a three hundred years old vampire. Old enough to become a Master but instead of ruling a kingdom for himself, he rather liked it to serve under the Beast Lord of the Southern Shifter Faction.

“That's very nice of you, Christian. Your momma will be so happy when you give these to her.” “Christian!” I heard a middle aged lady running out from the pack house and coming to us. Her eyes widened when they landed on me and then she scowled at Christian Jr. “Royal Beta Christian, I'm so sorry for the disturbance. Chris can be a little proactive and find his way out of my sight real quickly.” She looked frightened. I don't blame her. Most people react that way in the presence of the Royal Beta and the Royal Alpha King.

“Tesa, this is Morgan. My mate. My future wife. Your Queen.” I didn't introduce Morgan for Tesa's benefit. I wanted Morgan to hear every fucking word. Tesa finally looked at her. Really looked at her. Her eyes dropped to Morgan's hand. To the ring. Then back to her face. She knew. Every body fucking knew about Morgan. And then the bitch smiled. “Hello.” Morgan lifted her eyes. Tesa extended her hand as though nothing had happened. “I'm Tesa. Delta to the royal family...” She paused.

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.

" Prince Percy shut the announcer as he walked into the Royal castle of the Andersons. The royal castle is a 5-storey building that covers 13 acres. The castle has fifty rooms that include the royal ballroom, the meeting room for the king and ministers of the kingdom, the king's palace, a royal mall, royal dining, The royal rooms, the throne room, The king's office, the queen's room, and the royal emergency hospital. Percy ignored the royal bodyguards that followed him into the personal elevator made for the royals. He was there for a purpose and with the way he rushed out of the elevator when he got to the third floor, one would think he had come for a fight with the king. "The prince is...