A Novel Concept Royal Road Novels & Stories

A black Rolls-Royce car was stopped in front of a mysterious building which was located in the middle of forest. That building was sorrunded by many bodygaurd who were in black suit. . The car stopped in front of the building ,one bodygaurd came to open the cars door.A man wearing fine brown suit came outside of the car . All the bodygaurd bowed their head infront of the man.The man was non other than Alexander knight.He is the king of underworld.Many people say that it is just a rumor that he is the king of underworld.But few people know that he is really the king of underworld.The building infront of him is his underworld base.

The emperor looked at me as if he's waiting for me to bow to him too, Shan nudged me. I looked at the emperor sharply. " I don't bow down to anyone. " I said. The emperor laughed. "I like your boldness. " He commented, i remained silent. He shook his head and smirked when he saw i was holding Shan's hand. " You do know that the royal family doesn't allow any cut sleeves to run the empire. " "And you do know that I'm not part of your family and i will never be. " I snapped. Shan held my arm to stop me.

Bane, however, seemed to grin at that as he stretched out along the railing in front of us, being sure to whip his tail over it to show off his full size as he took up at least eight feet of the railing from the tip of his snout to his tail before yawning just to show off the razor-sharp teeth lining his jaws. "So, you must be Aria Primrose then. I heard your father was unsuccessful in acquiring you for your marriage contract to one of my loyal advisors. It's too bad, you would've made a lovely bride." The king said, and I felt his slimy gaze roam over my body as I fought the shiver that crawled up my spine at his slow perusal. Taking a breath, I channeled just a little of that "fuck everyth

“I know, Kael. I’m trying.” He pressed his lips to my temple. I closed my eyes. The dream came at three in the morning. Not the soft approach of ordinary dreaming — a full arrival, immediate and total, the way Royal visions apparently came, according to the ancient texts Dr. Chen had read aloud to me two weeks ago. Prophetic, not predictive. A Royal Wolf sees possibility, not certainty. What is, not what must be. I tried to hold that knowledge as the dream settled around me. It didn’t help much.

The woman stared at the map. Then whispered: "No..." The former King narrowed his eyes. "What?" The First Memory looked up. And for the first time since meeting her, she seemed terrified. "Someone is opening the old roads." Silence. Absolute silence. Kael frowned. "The old roads?" The First Memory closed her eyes briefly. "As reality formed..." Her voice was quiet. "There were pathways between possibility and existence." Nobody liked where this was going. "The First Silence used them." Nova's heart sank. "To travel?"

Elowen studied the map closely. "They're connected." Thin golden threads stretched between the circles. Not straight lines. Gentle curves. Like rivers finding one another. Caelum's eyes widened. "The roads..." He whispered. "They're coming back by themselves." Hope looked more closely. He was right. No one was building these new roads. No lantern was guiding them. No ancient magic was restoring them. People were traveling. Writing letters. Sharing seeds. Telling stories. Helping strangers. The roads were growing because hearts had remained connected.

Now, I told it. It was no surge as the Royal power was a surge. It moved differently. Slower and heavier and total, such as between a wave and a tide. I sensed it push through me and I sensed it lose its grip altogether and I grabbed fiercely at the extreme, and attempted to direct it rather than to lose hold of it at will. The two hunters stopped. Not solid as the Royal light solidified things. Otherwise something greater. Something that came to the part about them that moved and was not much to say about halting it.

Royal howled while trying so hard to control the smile that was threatening to bloom on his face ' finally that fool is dead' he muttered inwardly before turning to face his mother, he couldn't let her sink too much into grief, this was the time to show her support, making her realize that he was the only one she had left. " Mother do not cry, even though we are all hurt by Olivia's death, I am still here and I will avenge my sister even if it means going against the undead" Royal bluffed, there was no way he would dare to go against the undead, in the past, countless experts had ventured into devil's lane with the aim of exterminating the undead but none of them made it out alive, since the

The wax pressed hard enough to crack some of the parchment fibers. Voices. Never faces. Words boomed in his memory, half‑understood. *Strike here. Leave these roads untouched. There are no attacks on the palace convoys. Hit the allies. Hit the rebels. Leave the crown’s routes alone.* Royal involvement, then. Not just one mask in a forest. An organized pattern. I pushed a little more light in, just enough to nudge at the shadows around those images. Another memory broke loose. This one clearer. Sharper.

With commanding views over most of the island of Bartovia, the royal residence was much more than a landmark. Every time Ava had seen those twinkling lights from the prison on the western end of the island, she had thought of the richness of Bartovia as a kingdom and how Federico’s father, King Umberto, had built it up to be the wealthy paradise it was today. It was only as Ava came up to the imposing front gates that she realized Federico hadn’t given her instructions on how to gain access. But waiting for her at the entrance was the aide, Francesco, who had been present the previous evening.