Royal Academy Rebels Novels & Stories

Evelyn We’re halfway across the prairie, the Royal Guard poised as we approach them, the rebel werewolves fleeing in every direction behind us, when I finally say, “Please tell me you have antidote on you.” A few arrows fly from the Royal Guards, presumably taking down werewolves trying to head back into the camp. “The Royal Guard is a symbol more than anything else,” Alexander says. “We all know I am what the rebels truly fear. I cannot reveal that I’m wounded or this whole thing falls apart.”

Clayton’s dad joined us. “I’ll address them once they’ve all assembled,” my father agreed. As expected, our pack members were the first to assemble, and I could see the pride on my mate’s face at seeing his people still as efficient as ever. The pack members of The Rebelution were officially the pack members of the royal pack. I had read up on the royal pack, with my father answering any more questions that I had. Apparently, the royal pack that he was Alpha of was either taken over by Eligor, or those who escaped fled to other packs.

The Blood Wolves clan and the Jade clan might be powerful clans, but they are both hidden and remote from the rest of Selestine, and not many knows of their existence, so it is not troublesome to make a move on them, but the city lord manor of Rebelliad is different. Rebelliad is an independent force that could equally talk to the rulers of the other four kingdoms, and it is an entirely different existence that would be hard to provoke. Knowing the consequences of provoking the city of rogues, Crown Prince Rogeus felt his head ache as he nodded to Crown before quickly going back to the teahouse’s private room.

I admit. I do not really spend much of my time watching the Court's fashions. I have spent the last few years just trying to survive.The last couple of months has really been even more intense when it comes to my focus on other subjects. I have been so focused on coming up with a plan to steal the crown. "Red is considerend a royal color to some and a demonic color to others. What reason could you have to like the color red? Are you royal or are you a demonic worshiper?" One of the knights say to me.

With the Sleeping Elders from teh Royal Palace all awake and restored a little, Valli had enough troops and generals to restructure the country and fight a war at the same time. The Royal Academy was massive and basically a city all in of itself. With the Palace gone, a lot of the cowardly Nobles took it as a sign to set up elsewere. Those who chose the Royal Academy cried when finding out the news about Ren. "Who are you?" The door guard asked. His attitude was not very nice when speaking to them. "We are the new teachers." Mo Lan said nicely. "I am the new Alchemy Teacher for new students. This is my Master Ren. He is the new.."

Oh hell no! "I'm actually recruiting a Rebel Alliance," I offered. "What's in it for us?" Tigger asked. "Dubious glory, improbable hope, an unfamiliar future and the unique experience of pitting your defiance into the Eye of the Abyss before the End," I promised in Old Kingdom Hittite. "Does that kind of oratory work on males?" Daphne mused. Violet, Fabiola and Paula swept into Katrina's office. "What is that?" Fabiola inquired. "I'm looking for the proper terminology to entice some ladies into a rebel faction," I replied pleasantly.

My fingers were already shaking when I picked it up. I unfolded it. Dear Damian, I have made a choice, and that choice is to be with Ryan. He is the love of my life. I've decided to run away with him because I will not let anyone get in the way of our happiness. Please forgive us. Our love is stronger than our fear. Please go back home. I'm sure you will find a mate who will love you as much as I love him. My vision blurred. No. I, Morgan Miller, of the Crescent Moon Pack, reject you, Damian Khallowells, King of the Eastern Kingdom.

Venera explained moving her hair on her other shoulder. The prince was still taking in the information when she asked if he knew anything about the rebels. He shook his head and a drop of fear clouded his eyes. “There are a few groups of rebels, most of them get caught pretty regularly these days and executed in the town squares. All because of the chips. Some just want the chips to be removed. Some want to kill the monarchy as a whole. Some want just the king dead and you on the throne. And some want just a stop to the meaningless wars the king has been starting in the last 10 years.”

I didn't want to panic but hearing that the rebels took her confirmed my fears that she was truly in danger. The rebels. The rebels were a group of witches who practiced dark magic that was banned from witchcraft. They didn't want to keep to the rule of the witches so they separated, earning their name as the rebels. They were dangerous and deadly. They killed people they came across in cold blood. The kind of sorcery they practiced was something that made people who encountered them live in fear for the rest of their lives. They were everything wrong with the supernatural realm.

It would be a powerful symbol of alliance, a declaration that the Blue Tower stood behind Princess Ladia and her cause. Beyond the Green family's formidable presence, two other individuals stood out from the crowd, their names whispered with a mixture of awe and anticipation. Viscount Raphael, a young instructor at the Royal Academy, had recently ascended to the forefront of public discourse. His mastery of close-range combat was legendary, his skills honed to a razor's edge. His appointment as a teacher at the prestigious Royal Academy, the pinnacle of military education in the kingdom, was a testament to his exceptional talent. He was a rising star, a name that echoed with promise and pote