Novels by Royality_author

Eric’s POV Aunt Greta told a story about my grandfather and his father. She said we were quite similar in many ways. Just like my father, we were both stubborn children. Grandfather fell in love as a kid while traveling with his father. Unfortunately, the girl in question was an ordinary Thai girl. She was beautiful, he said. His father wasn’t interested in creating such a connection. In times of war, a love that was supposed to bring people together instead created a rift between a father and a son. His father led to his first love’s death, and on his dying bed, he asked for forgiveness, but my grandfather refused. Aunt Greta wanted my help to convince my grandfather to visit his father’s grave. So here I am, standing in front of his door, hoping he would open up, since I have been coming for a week now. “Grandfather, you don’t need to act like this. I just want us to talk. This is your last warning.” No response from him. This was my only option. “If you don’t c

Philip's POV Everything feels like a dream. I'm trying hard to be friends with Eric, but it’s difficult, especially since he got married. He’s a changed man. He’s always smiling now. I heard he loves visiting Phoebe’s home country. The point is, he’s happy, and I’m just here in my office, drinking alcohol. We found out who attacked Eric—guess who? Rachael Li. I expected that. She’s unstable and needs help, which is why I sent her to a psychiatric hospital, since I’m technically her husband. But things are clear now. No hard feelings. She claims she has changed, and who am I to judge? I’ve changed too, but not entirely. I still lack the courage to confess and apologize to Diana for being a jerk. Six months should be enough to get my act together. "Ping!" "Who the hell is disturbing my..." I pause when I see who’s calling. "Diana," I mutter. I clear my throat and answer, "Diana." "Can we meet?" "Yeah..." "Someone wants to see you. Can you make it right now? I’m in front of th

A Few Hours Ago… Phoebe’s POV It was high time I faced my fears and made things right. I decided to visit my father. Mama accompanied me, and the moment we entered the police station, I asked her for some alone time with him. She nodded in agreement. I approached the officer at the front desk and politely asked to see my father. He directed me to the waiting area, where I took a seat and waited for him to be called. Soon enough, he appeared. He seemed to be doing well, smiling as he took his seat. “Is there something you need? You haven’t visited for a while now,” he said. “Been busy,” I replied. “Yeah, I can see that. You’re getting married.” “Huh!” I exclaimed, surprised. He chuckled softly. “Don’t be surprised. Your marriage to Eric is everywhere.” “Hmm. I just want you to listen. Will you do that for me?” He nodded. “I’m sorry.” “Huh?” “Don’t be surprised. It was bound to happen anyway,” I giggled. He chuckled again. “I’m sorry for being a bad father, for

Phoebe’s POV As expected of the most famous family in Singapore. Mr. Hong makes our unprepared marriage London to the public. Everywhere is flooded with the news of the number one bachelor’s marriage, ERIC HONG. It’s not easy being his soon to be bride. The hate is as equal as the love. People think king i don’t deserve to be with him. He is too precious for me. Catrina snaps at me interrupting my thoughts. “Girl where is your head. You can’t be distracted when you have a big wedding at hand. More importantly you are the bride” she points out. “Exactly” “Huh!”she exclaims. “What are talking about?” Ella asks. I sigh. “I haven’t you guys seen the hate comments on the news. No everywhere. It’s hard to be the bride when you are the only one who seems to be happy” I explain. They stare blankly at me with a frown. “I didn’t think you care about what others think about you?” “Me too, guess people do change” “That is not it. I feel like it’s being rushed. We are not

Phoebe’s POV Mama has all the reasons to be upset with me. I did tell her I was not having sex with Eric, and now it turns out I am pregnant. She keeps dragging me along. I don’t know where we are heading. She probably doesn’t know either. “Mama, mama, mama!” “What?!” She finally pauses and lets go of my hand to face me. “What? Do you have anything to say now?” “No I don’t, but I need to know where we are going l, we have been walking and it’s getting dark. We are a few steps away from the hospital I think it’s best we..” “No, we are not going back to that place. I know what you are trying to do here and it won’t work on me this time around” “Mama, listen please” “No, I am not going to listen to your lies anymore. I have had enough of you trying to act smart with me. Yes may not be the best mother in the world but, I did want you to end up like me. I am trying here Phoebe. I wish..” her voice breaking. “Mama,” I call, softly. “No don’t say a word. I am not done yet. You tol

Eric’s POV “Congratulations, you are pregnant,” hearing the doctor announce such news, my eyes widen. I can’t believe it. She is really pregnant. I blink, trying to grasp what he just revealed. Forgetting that I am not the only one surprised. “What!!!” “Doctor, you must be mistaken. There is no way my daughter would be pregnant. She hasn’t been with a man before, please do your checks well.” “Huh!” I exclaim, and Grandfather Hong and Aunt Greta exchange glances. They are in shock. The doctor is the most shocked. He glances at Phoebe and then to me. “Mama, calm down. It’s probably a mistake, right, doctor?” She winces at the doctor. Unfortunately, the doctor seems to be an honest man. He still insists on the fact that she is pregnant. Honestly, I have been hoping for such news. The last time we made love, I didn’t use a condom. She passed out, so she hardly remembered what happened after. And that is good news. She would probably have my neck if she finds out I am the cause

Ara's POVI stood again in the arena of blades, where blood-soaked earth remembers all who dared step within. The stench, sharp as a broken promise, struck my senses.It was just as I remembered—the cries of the crowd, the roar of warriors.But this was no homecoming.I alone bore bow and arrow. No sword. No axe. No iron fang to clash with theirs.They laughed then, and they laugh still.Fools. Or maybe it is I who was fooled.I thought it a game.A test of bravery.Not this. Not death in the dirt.And him—Sebastian. I dared not meet his eyes.Shame is heavier than any shield.What fool enters a war of blades with feathered sticks?Would I survive long enough to make my plea?Would he remember me when I fall—if I fall?I shook the thought like snow from my shoulders. Of course he would.He is to be wed soon.And I—what am I but a fallen leader of a broken village?He is loved. And he loves them in return. His people. His duty. Not me.But when he spoke , Gods, when he spoke my heart t

Gargath stood tall, troubled by Vaxar’s strange stillness. Her eyes did not storm, her voice did not rise. She made no quarrel with Sebastian for allowing Ara to join the sacred games. And to Gargath, this was not right. He stepped forward, his voice low but steady. "Vaxar… have I asked a foolish thing?" She smiled, cold and knowing. "Not foolish, Gargath. Just amusing. You see me as the villain if I agree, and still the villain if I do not." His eyes narrowed. "You've done something, haven’t you? I know you, Vaxar. No realm in all the nine worlds would find you pleased for Ara’s joy. You hate her. We all know it." Her face hardened. "I do not hate her. I bear her no ill." "Oh, spare me that tale," Gargath snapped. She stepped closer, her voice a whisper meant to strike. "Would you have me raise sword against the Alpha himself? You all would rise like a pack of wolves and tear me down. I wasn’t prepared for that… not yet." "Then why send Crystal to the maidens i

Present.. Two days ago.. Ara's POV I chose to walk the path of the brave. One day remained before the Bravery Games began, and the fire within me burned with unrest. Nia, my only tether to kindness, had been good to me. After I left her home last eve, she led me to a sacred grove where I could sharpen my skill with the bow. The morning passed slowly, and I waited for Vaxar to tire of mocking me, forcing me to labor beneath her cruel gaze. Sebastian was gone—again. Of course, he vanished when I needed him most. Was it truly coincidence? I doubted it. He gave them power—power to break me. Yet his presence, when near, still held warmth. A bitter warmth that wrapped around my throat like a noose. Why did he hate me so deeply? He slaughtered my kin. He named my father murderer. The truth haunted me. I craved it. Needed it. Not just to soothe the ache in my heart, but to forge the revenge I would one day exact. Perhaps one still lived. Perhaps not all was lost. “Focus, Ara,” Nia

Note: Events in this story are fictional and do not reflect actual Viking history. (900 AD – Before the Separation of Kingdoms) In the year 900 AD, before the Norse kingdoms split apart, there was one kingdom feared above all, Vikron. Its warriors were brutal. Their culture, violent. Yet, they were united. And at the center of that unity stood one man King Ragnor, named after the god of thunder himself. Ragnor led with blood and fire. His people raided distant lands, conquering village after village. The world feared them. No army dared to stand in their path, especially with the presence of The Elite Alpha, warriors said to be unstoppable. During the time of their greatest glory, King Ragnor introduced something new: a game of bravery. A game to find a mate. It was said, whoever won the game could ask anything of their Jael—the ruling council of elders and warlords. The people welcomed the game. It became tradition. But from this tradition… came destruction. During the

The man I once called saviour—he was no saviour. He was not what I thought. He was the brother of Sebastian’s betrothed. A twist I did not see.After the strike across my cheek, my eyes blurred, yet my ears did not fail me. I knew the voice that rose for me. And in that moment, I was glad.I dared not say his name aloud. If Vaxar knew, I feared death. Aye, I was fooled.Vaxar called him by another name. A name I had never heard. Not Lewis, not Raphael—who was he truly?At first, I thought it a mistake. But then I saw her—his sister. Colder than Vaxar, crueler still.Her voice was sharp with hate. She looked at me with scorn. Why such hate? She knew me not, yet hated me.Lewis—or Raphael—he stood for me once more, but his sister silenced him. He obeyed her like a dog to a master. I was punished again. But my heart did not break. I swore then—I would win Sebastian’s love. No matter what.So I defied Vaxar with my own will. I sought Nia. I begged for her aid.“What must I do

Ara's POV“It is not possible,” I said low. “I have not held bow nor arrow for long now. I am weak. This is not the way to win a man’s heart. I need him to fall for me—not to think of me as one brave enough to flee after.”She let out a long breath. “You do not understand. The one who wins the trial may ask the jael—the chieftain—anything. Even… to spend the night with him.”My heart jumped. “Huh?” I said, voice small. Heat rose in my cheeks. Spend the night with him? It would not be the first… yet it still felt like the first. It had been long.I cleared my throat. “I did not know of such a game.”“Of course you would not.”But I could not push away the strange feeling in my chest—the look in her eyes. Nia, the sweet little girl, now looked at me like a wolf. A fierce fire in her stare. Someone who seeks revenge.I wished to know the truth behind her help. She could have walked past me, left me to freeze in the rain. But she did not.“I know you spoke your reason for helping me,” I s