Regal Academy Nick Mga Nobela at Kwento

We, at Regal, perform the classic style, hugging the tradition. Ladies from the first Van go inside the pack building hall. When it was our turn to hop out of the van, the girls with me are exhilarating. Ava even clutches my arm tight, letting out a high-pitched yelp. We were formed in line. One by one, we'll enter the hall where every mateless male wolf will be. "We're about to start." The host of the party was Nick, the Beta I met earlier today. He's up there where everyone can see him. Not bothering by using a microphone since each of us has enhanced hearing. He took a glimpse of me and nodded his head, smiling.

"Jason," Mr. Miller greets smoothly, patting him on the shoulder with practiced charm. "I see you’ve already been acquainted with Danika. She’s one of the most desired girls this year." Jason nods, his grin stretching wider as his eyes flicker to me. "I can see why. You've curated a good list this year—it's definitely improving. How’s Henry?" Mr. Miller laughs, the sound hollow and clipped. "My boy’s doing well. Top of his class again this year. He’s heading off to Velmorian Dominion University next year."

At the same time, there was a man standing on the viewers’ bench. This man was Kieran Kruse, the guy whom Tyr mentioned before. He was nicknamed the Russian Beast and was one of Regal Palace’s eighteen generals. Beside him was a guy in a wheelchair who was dressed in white. With a white fan in his hand, he looked like he was someone from an ancient era. This person was Jim Zabinsky. He was known as Regal Palace’s Think Tank and was one of the organization’s Five Kings, the Northern King to be exact.

Sam asked, her eyes piqued with interest. “ Clawstone Academy.” Nicki said nonchalantly, while Sam's eyes widened and her lips parted in shock. “ Are you okay?” Nicki frowned. “ Cl…Clawstone Academy? Are you for real?” Sam stuttered as she spoke. “ Yes, what's the matter?” “ You won't survive in that college.” Sam started. “ The rate of bullying in that school is second to none. A student was killed in the school but the matter was buried because Alpha Prince Killian of our pack attends the college.”

Red dots indicating hidden Omega students. "This Academy has seven subjects. But there are three other academies running the same program. Northern Academy has five subjects. Western Academy has three. Eastern Academy had three but they were exposed last year at graduation." "What happened to them?" Chen asked. "One disappeared. Family took him, no one knows where. One was claimed by an Alpha family through legal channels. One is in government custody. Protective custody officially. But really detention." "Detention for what?" "Medical research. They're studying him. Testing. He hasn't been seen publicly since graduation."

Fluent in the old tongues, master of the hunt, and carries the Monroe grace. [If your families have unbonded Alphas, brothers, or high-ranking cousins, send me their profiles. Deadline is dawn. Don’t let this chance slip by.] He attended the most prestigious academy in the territory; his classmates were the heirs to the strongest packs in the country. I'll find you a real King, Lanka, Lucas thought fiercely. Since Andrew wants to play the martyr for Serena, he can watch someone else claim what he threw away. Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

“ And you, you look familiar.” He is. He is the most famous teenager in the country. “Dear me. You are Greg Waldeen!” Ray had his eyeballs out of their sockets as he confirmed his knowledge. “I am. Nice meeting you.” “How did you do it?” Ray leaned to whisper to me. “Did what?” “I know you are handsome. But how did you get him down here, looking very pleased.” “What do you mean?” “Nick, he is gorgeous. You lack such potential. With your manner, you attract only apes.”

"Where did you come from? She asked. "Transferred from Witches' Academy," I replied, wondering where the scared, whimpering girl I saw being bullied disappeared to. The girl talking to me now was confident and was smiling as if the last few minutes never happened. I guessed being surrounded by mean wolves, stronger than you would scare anyone…well, not me though. "Okay. I'm Adalyn." She introduced herself, offering her hand. "I'm Reggy, short for Regina," I replied, taking her hand and giving it a firm shake.

The blood of a warrior, mind of a mogul and aura of kingship. I could see his eyes searching while his brain worked to register my face and I'm sure his heart knew me as mother. "Regal?" I asked him. He made a cute face and began rooting with his lips. I placed him on the teat closest to him and he began drawing out from me. "Regal?" He stopped and stared again. "Your name is Regal Vincent Shields. Your father is Reece Dietrich Shields and I am your mother, Valiant Desiree Williams. We love you and welcome to this world."

Irene also joined him, and they danced around the room till my heart felt light and we all laughed. “ I'm going to be there if you need me, and if he tries anything funny, I'll bite his hands off. I promise.” Nael said. “ thank you Nael.” “ You're welcome princess.” *** “ Behold she comes— Joyce Regalia of the Regalia clan, daughter of Christopher Regalia and heir to the Regalia dynasty!” The hall stood still and everyone was quiet as I descended from the stairs. “ And now, the lady will have the opening dance with her champion —Desmond Burton, son of Jaigan Burton!”