Royal Academy Rebels Novels & Stories

I had held out hope, wished that he had not allowed the corruption to take root in his wolf, but I could see that it was too late now, he was gigantic, the span of his shoulders almost as big as the Stone City Castle walls. “No! You don't get to say that, not after stealing my throne and throwing me out of MY castle, claiming MY mate for yourself!” My brother’s voice boomed as he slammed his massive paws into the side of Raya’s face, knocking her backward before I keeled forward, feeling my eyes bulge out of their sockets as tension crackled in the air.

Aric knew that he had to be careful not to get caught up in their schemes. One day, as they were walking through the marketplace, they saw a group of people gathered around a speaker. They approached to listen and heard a man railing against the corruption and greed of the city's rulers. Aric recognized the man as a member of a group of rebels who sought to overthrow the government. He approached the man and struck up a conversation. The man introduced himself as Marcus and explained his cause. Aric listened carefully, but he knew that he couldn't ally himself with the rebels. He couldn't risk his position as the crown prince and his mother's heir.

Alexander said laughing. “Shut up!” I scolded him irritably. “Is there anyone else competing for two million?” the Auctioneer asked. I just focused my gaze on that again. “Congratulations, Sir Mercedez, on acquiring this remarkable old painting. Thank you to all our bidders for your participation tonight,” the Auctioneer said when he realized that no one had raised a paddle. Alexander stood up and bowed as the other bidders applauded. “You won’t win against me, Miguel,” he boasted.

It had been years since the Motherhood had waged war against these particular hooligans, but she had a distinct idea of an Oklasawian’s appearance, their patched clothing, mostly denim and flannel, rotten teeth, dirt and grime covering them, as well as their backward ways of thinking that made her confident the representative she’d be meeting with was sure to be ignorant and a waste of her precious time. She’d agreed to meet with the delegate from Prime Minister Westley Heath’s government, though. Despite the fact that there was nothing the person could say to change their minds about coming over the river. The tracking device tripped by Mist Gretchintown earlier in the day was giving off a

she asked. “Glad you asked,” he said. “It's information that will help you at the ball tonight. The ones wearing a green pendant are members of the noble family, but not related by blood. They're typically knights and priests who have been sworn in. They're as loyal to Orsino Island as the royal family. The ones wearing a purple pendant, as you may have guessed, are members of the royal lineage.” “That really is good information,” Sabrina said, with a nod. “Anything else I should know before the ball tonight?”

The only sign of his anger, a small ticking in his Jaw. "Gabriel!" He growled. "Yes your majesty," The Gamma got to his feet again and bowed. "I need your services as Captain of the guard. There's a rebellion among some villages on the outskirts of Xintha. Deal with it." The dining room seemed to spin and I blinked. Deal with it?! What did that even mean? And the rebellion. Was this a sign to me? Were the rebels so powerful they could rankle a king that conquered the entire continent? “Your majesty, we need to investigate. The rebels might not be from those Xinthan villages. Maybe Its a trap? The attack is too far from the capital city to make any sense." Rylan spoke up in an attempt to calm

In fact, I don't believe in fairytales, they are just imaginary illusions that blind us to the reality of life. This man in front of me, who's supposed to be the misunderstood prince is Malakai Lorenzo, mafia king of the biggest underworld organization known in New York, and my father just had to go ahead and gamble all his money to his organization, now my father owes a huge sum of money to this bastard.

"Give us the 'Alpha' as a sacrifice to satisfy the Grave-Shards, or we burn you both right here in the mud." The rebels don't want a Queen. They want a Scapegoat.

I deadpanned and Clyde snickered, trying to suppress the laughter bubbling in his throat. “Oh, that’s Hawar being…well, Hawar.” He said just as he came to a stop a few feet before the rug. He picked up one of the bottles lying around, hitting a spoon against it which caused a sharp, clinking sound to cut through the noise. “Can I have your attention?” All eyes were on us now and the noise slowly died down. “Rebels, I’d like you to meet our newest members, Nyx and Narin.” Hoots of excitement rose into the air and we were dragged into the center of the rug. The rebels danced around us, still chanting in excitement and all I could do was smile and wave.

The guards and bodyguard exchanged intense glances, their faces reflecting a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The royal bodyguard's voice took on a note of urgency, "Speak quickly, young man, what news do you bring from the city square? What of the king and our royal family?" The mourner's words spilled forth in a rush, "Rebellion, Saheb! A stranger, a charlatan, has appeared, slaughtering our people without mercy. The king, our lord, has fallen under this imposter's sway, as have the queens, princesses, and princes. They are all... entranced."