The Royals Novels & Stories

“I try.” “I can’t pretend to say I know anything about anyone most of the time. My first impressions of Royal though are he’s a man who doesn’t like being told he can’t do or have what he wants. He’s strong-willed and single-minded and can accomplish anything he sets his mind out to do.” “But?”

“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.

They were the kind of horror stories said to scare off little children. They had successfully managed to put themselves in every part of the world, each part ruled by a leader they called their alpha. But all tribes and packs as they liked to call themselves are ruled by Royals, just like how the humans had presidents. The Royals are the strongest amongst them. Rumour has it that each royal possesses a certain kind of gift each, making them special. Her life had been bearable since she was able to get over each day with her head down like she had been told. That way, she could avoid any form of attention being given to her.

Royal Wedding Micah sat in front of the dressing mirror, her swollen eyes covered with makeup, her brown hazel eyes drained of life, and her face masked with contour. Her long black hair was brushed and styled into a sophisticated low bun; a hairpin, which extended as a veil, concealed her face but was transparent and easy for the eyes to peer through. Micah was wearing a white gown with red color tints at the bottom of the dress. Heavy necklaces rested on her chest like a burden, and a black diamond earring dangled on both sides of her ears.

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.

"Ares might have wanted to piss him off by doing this." I was aware of the rivalry between the two royal families. Since the werewolf world was divided into two kingdoms, the Summer Kingdom and the Winter Kingdom, they were sworn enemies. Their hatred for each other had been passed down to the next generations as well. It was a well-known fact in the werewolf world. But I had never expected them to hate each other so much. I mean, they were just students now, not kings. But it seemed the hatred ran deep... deep enough to spread through every member of the family.

“Royal household. This is the butler speaking. How may I be of help?” “I need to speak directly to the king.” “And who is this?” “Don Aziel.” “A moment please.” The line went mute for five minutes before someone finally spoke. “Hello,” finally the king said, his voice unmistakably irritated. “We have a problem.” “If this is about Zarek being stubborn, rest assured I’ve had enough for today. Tell him I’ll cut his allowance.” “He’s been kidnapped,” I said, not having the time to mince my words. “How did that happen? I thought you—”

Atlas’s voice cracked. Phillip nearly lost his temper. His fists clenched at his sides. “Damn it, Atlas! I warned you the risks were too much. You’re the Crown Prince. One wrong move and…” A sharp knock interrupted them. A servant entered, bowing low. “Your Highness, the royal council summons you immediately. They said it is urgent.” Atlas’s face drained of color. His hands trembled visibly. The council? Now? His mind raced to the worst possibilities…someone had already talked.

"Why did you touch that account? Do you have any idea what you're doing?!" I looked down at her hand gripping my shirt and laughed. "Danica, I was about to ask you the same thing. What exactly is that money?" "That's... that's Eveningstar Technologies' operating capital. If you start messing with it, you're going to cause serious problems." "Eveningstar Technologies' operating capital?" I removed her hand from my collar, my voice calm. "The $300 thousand in patent royalties deposited every quarter is operating capital?" The color drained from her face. "You... how do you know about that?"

The Royal Crimson Bar lived up to its reputation. Creatures of the night and humans mingled as they raised their drinks to the air and danced to the beat of the bustling music. The night hasn't yet reached its peak but humans flocked to this place without regard to the safety code the World Government established to protect them from the creatures of the night. Fifty years ago, the world dramatically changed after a phenomenon struck it with the revelation that the creatures of the night really exist and not some type of fiction that could be read in novels.