Regal Academy Rose Novels & Stories

Sitting down, she opened a private browser window. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long moment before she typed in the search bar: Oakridge Private Academy — Rosewood Creek. The official school website loaded instantly, displaying a sleek layout featuring images of pristine sports fields, grandbrick buildings, and smiling students in tailored navy blazers. Amelia scrolled through the public gallery page.

Aera Vale had always known she was ordinary. Ordinary hair, ordinary height, ordinary magic. Magic that barely flickered, magic that barely obeyed. In the village, everyone laughed politely when her spells fizzled. Even her own guardian said, with a sigh, “You’ll never be anything extraordinary.” Yet here she was, standing in the small clearing behind her cottage, staring at a golden seal that bore the crest of Astryss Royal Academy—the academy that ordinary girls could only dream of… because they were forbidden from entering.

What exactly did Xavier take me for, that he did not think to tell me anything? Glenn and I took our seats next to each other, and the Academy's owner addressed us. "As you know, This esteemed academy is for brides about to be wed to Alpha Kings. You are here to learn and be trained on mannerisms and eriquettes of royalty. And also there are courses that will teach you the responsibilities of a Luna, which you are all going to be." She said, smiling warmly and looking around at the spacious luxurious room, but her eyes told me that she was the type of woman to not be played with. Her smile could disappear in a split second and expose a cold person altogether.

I returned to the academy just in time for the teacher to enter the classroom. This is a supplementary class exclusively for Royal, the most prestigious and famous ballet group at Mailbu Academy. The members of the Royal group are all famous ballet dancers and have won many professional awards. Except for Kaylin, Garrick, I recognize a few familiar faces. Jade Roxaleen, Baldric Herrington and Veronica. If Kaylin was dubbed the 'white swan' of Malibu academy with her ability to captivate audiences, Veronica is the 'black swan' that is both mysterious and attractive.

Val stood near the academy gates like she was about to run away. Again. The sight of her there—small against the massive stone archway, silver moonlight catching the edges of her hair—made something in my chest twist violently. The wards hummed low around the boundary of Dominion Academy, faint silver lines flickering through the air whenever someone got too close. They pulsed with ancient magic, designed to keep threats out. And keep students in. Beyond them stretched Sage Woods—dark, endless, dangerous.

Across the room, Vanessa sat on Paige’s bed while Paige braided part of her hair absentmindedly. “…I’m telling you, Crestwell Academy students are annoyingly attractive,” Vanessa said, scrolling through her phone. Paige snorted softly. “You say that about every school.” “Because every year rich schools keep producing models instead of students.” That made me glance up slightly. Crestwell Academy. Today’s opponent. Another elite school. Another school filled with expensive watches, polished accents, luxury cars waiting back home and students who looked like they belonged in magazine campaigns instead of basketball tournaments.

I didn't know where my girls were, but Rosaline told me to wait until lunch to meet them. "Then you could know their room and we could check up on them." I found my schedule had some classes. These included Royal Studies, where I had to learn the history. Second came Etiquettes, so I'd look and breathe like a royal. Third was Combat training followed by other outdoor classes including, swimming, horse riding, archery etc. "So I have a single week to learn these and then we compete. Those who get the most votes are promoted to the last week where they make us do anonymous tasks?" I repeat everything I'm told.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

I've never made my own choices, I've always been presented in front of the world how someone else wanted to portray me. But this is me. My choice. I am my own person, and I'm strong enough to do this. Soft instrumental music flows through the large garden. The white sand beneath my feet is warm, the breeze playful as it ruffles the trees and dances through my veil. I take my first step forward. Rose follows behind, her presence a steady comfort. My eyes sweep the crowd—strangers and familiar faces alike—and then land on her. Ali. Aiden’s mother. The new headmistress of the Academy. Mark somehow managed to spin the contracts and make her new headmistress - apparently there was a clause in the

As I stood in front of Majesty Academy, I couldn’t help but shed tears of joy. “I’m finally here,” I said to myself, gazing at the royal tower standing in front of me. It looked like a castle from a royal palace. A beautiful water fountain was in front of the school and behind it was a towering white building with the statue of a wolf in front of it. The floor was completely tiled except for the areas where blossoming flowers grew. There was only one word to describe this place—Majestic. It did live up to its name after all. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my neck.