Novel & Cerita Beware Of Chicken Royal Road

Royal got into the car wordlessly and Cecily and Kylie followed suit and Venom started the car and it sped past the brightly lit streets of Green city into the dense forests of devil's lane. ****

Matthew felt it too and he stares at me in horror. “The Royal is here”

I manage to find a small, out of the way, motel for cheap, and head there. Pulling up to the parking lot I am hesitant to even get out of the car. The Bates Motel looks like the Ritz compared to this place, but it’s cheap and after the cost of the flight I need cheap. Once settled in I check the Wereweb again, fingers crossed that I am able to find a little more information, and get VERY lucky! The general location of the Royal pack has always been known, they are in Canada, but the exact location has been a secret since the war almost wiped the royal lines out. However, there’s a forum now, about the white Lycan, and it was mentioned that the Royal pack was in Alberta, so there’s a win for

Stacy finally reached the destination. She paid the cab and as soon as she turned around, her breath hitched. The royal hotel certainly lived up to its name. The hotel reached the sky as its glass windows glittered in the moonlight. Inside of the hotel lit with golden lights giving it a royal vibe. There was tight security and she saw many armed men standing surrounding the building. She had never been to any royal suits before. But it seemed very unusual to have this many armed men.

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.

Calmly, I took out a golden badge and raised it above my head. This was a royal-exclusive badge, something only direct royal relatives could possess. The gold one in my hand was the Alpha King's personal insignia. Ignoring Peyton's stunned expression, I announced in front of everyone present, "In my capacity as the Alpha King's representative, I hereby declare that from this day forward, no pack is permitted to have any dealings with Matt White's pack." Matt's pupils shrank sharply as he glared at me. "Who do you think you are?! How dare you speak on the Alpha King's behalf!"

Everyone respects Alfonso because he's the Alpha King. Alfonso points to the horse and gives the new man instructions. Because of the window, I cannot hear anything. But I see the man nod his head and before I know it, he takes the horse, climbs it and he rides away. I guess he is taking the horse to somewhere safe. The horse's is so heavy. I notice that it is an alpha horse. Even as I am inside this big car, the hooves of the horses hitting the ground makes the car shake a little. He is a really massive horse

he said, "and you reached into the deeper layer, the thread below the Royal power… What you touched was not part of your lineage." I held very still. "Meaning what?" I asked. "Meaning it did not come from the Royal bloodline." He turned back to me. His expression was the most unguarded I had ever seen it. Not afraid exactly. Something older than fear. Something that had been sitting with knowledge and wonder for a very long time. "The Royal lineage is ancient. Centuries old. The last of that bloodline was believed destroyed in the war that wiped out the first White Wolves." He paused. "But what you are carrying beneath it is older than that. Primitive maybe."

While it's definitely far from what the average tourists and Valerians drive, it's better than the Rolls Royce, Porsches, or sports cars they have. I was still nervous about being recognized and mobbed, but the first half of the day was as uneventful as it could be–at least in terms of avid royal fans…or antis. No one really batted an eye as we walked the avenue where the kiosks were, and while I can see some of our royal guards around, most of them blended in with the crowd but close enough that if we ever get in trouble, they'll be there to help us.

“It won’t.” Wonderful. I looked down the old throne road. The lights, the little ghostly flames that had guided us, hovered in a line leading deeper into the dark. Toward the queen’s grave. Not back to Black Hollow. Not toward Mara. Not toward safety. If safety even existed anymore. Behind us, Damien’s magic cracked through the gate. Ahead of us, the dead showed us a road to a grave. And somewhere beneath Black Hollow, the Crown was awake enough to whisper.