The Royals Novels & Stories

I swallowed hard and tried so hard to calm my loud beating heart. "Thank you." He whispered then pressed his soft warm lips on my skin. I held my breath when a cold shiver spread throughout my body. "For what?" I asked in a whisper. "For allowing me to talk to you informally, also for calling my name so easily. Not all who are Royalty could dare talk or look at a peasant." He answered then stood upright. I clearly understood what he meant, many royals had a high and mighty attitude. They always thought about themselves and they cared less about their own people. I too could have been like that if not for Lauren who guided me most times.

But that's not the case for royalties. Royalties, known as the Lycans, are one of the strongest species of werewolves. They're gifted with the gift of immortality. This means that they don't die unless they get killed. Still, it's rare for them to live forever. The same thing keeps happening all over the royal family. A royal male can't stand other royals around him because royals can challenge each other for the crown.

They turned to look when Marco and Sabrina walked toward them and the ones who weren't wearing a green or purple pendant on their collar stepped to the side and dropped to a knee out of respect. “Good evening, everyone,” Marco said, as he and Sabrina walked by. The two made their way into the main room and Sabrina's gaze moved toward the very back, where the King of Orsino sat on his throne. He looked regal and proud as he gazed out at the audience. Seated next to him was Queen Magdalena. She sat with a smug expression on her face, as though she was too good for even her own party. Surrounding the royalty were guards, but also guests. Many of them appeared to be nobles, based on their expens

"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."

I asked in a monotone voice, my eyes are still on the bonfire. “From what I have heard a while ago, Prince Ronald was also pierced by the chest with an arrow. Again, it is your wife’s work, sire,” Roy informed me. I smirked with no humor. “Why do you think she is murdering royalties?” “I have no idea. I know your mate as the sweetest and kindest lady that I could never imagine her doing something so horrible, like murdering.” I turned to my comrade and he was also watching the bonfire before us. He looked confused, and even though we want to provide respect towards the funeral of my deceased father, our minds are busy thinking about the transpiration taking place in Kingdom Monjour,

“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.

Will he be able to remain unaffected by the surprises she brings? Though they may seem like opposites, Clara and Alex share a similar attitude towards life. A very rude attitude. However, their story is just beginning when Sandy Williams enters the picture, threatening to ruin everything Alex holds dear. Clara becomes his first target, leaving her broken and on the edge. This is a tale of revenge intertwined with love, where destiny has brought them together. A twisted royal wedding awaits them, filled with unexpected turns and a chance for a beautiful revenge.

This was where he belonged and I know he will be a great King. “Rise to your feet. I would like to thank us all for putting our all into this fight. Prince Ezran and Prince Grandell, I’ll forever be in your debt for your help. I hope our alliance doesn’t end here. Our doors shall be always open for you. Feel free to come whenever you need help.” Roy says majestically and the Princes nod at him. He’s fallen into his role so well that I can’t help but swoon over how sexy he looks. My man is the King, and I… his Queen.

Chapter Ten Even the admonishment to herself that she shouldn’t consider the royal palace home couldn’t make it feel less like she was returning after a long absence to a welcome homecoming. The royal family had gathered to greet them, though she didn’t fool herself into believing that they were there for her. She was simply an accessory trailing behind the prince, but she was okay with that. Having them greet her in any other, more familiar way would mean they had realized there was something more to their relationship.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.