Royal Arm Novels & Stories

"His royal majesty, the mighty lion, lord of the seas and the forest. Ruler of the imperial kingdom of Decreash, Regaleon Von Clegane! A guard shrilled in a high-pitched voice. The congregation in the hallway languidly rose to their feet. So did the queens seated at the upper deck of the hall. Ragaleon slowly made his way in, accompanied by his hand, Brandon, and his personal knight. As he made his way through the path the royal knights had formed, the sword crossed above his head slowly dropped immediately as he walked past each knight, and they bowed to show their courtesy. His black shoulder-length hair stood still as he walked like a pillar of storm. He didn't acknowledge their greetings

How dare she be arrogant in front of me? I grabbed her by the hand and, with one movement, held her down in front of me. Then I emited my Royal Aura, a special type of Hormone that only royal blood have to help ruling our people, to hold the others in still. “What happened? I can’t move my leg!” A pack member shouted. And so as other members, soon the members before me are in fear and panic. Turns out, the pack is so small and the people so ignorant that they haven't even heard of what royal auro is. I couldn’t believe I had planned to be their Luna, and devote my whole life for them.

Compared to how rattled I was, her Grace was shockingly calm, and I was only brought back to reality by her steady voice. " The royal beta position. " " And the royal general position." She went on, explaining. " I want you to participate in the royal general contest. It is superior to the royal beta position. " " If you pass, you will command all the royal armies.." " If you pass, even the Alpha King will have to listen to your voice.." She whispered, and when she took a pause, an ominous air permeated through the space, and I felt like I was being choked, as if an invisible hand was circling my neck.

I am the fourth child of the late Alpha Connor and Luna Marian, and I carry that bloodline with pride. The Royals started a program to help save the European wolves two years ago, according to the rumors. They allow you passage to American and train you. In return, you join the Royal Army, which seems extremely reasonable to me. The Royal Army has fought for over 50 yrs, and The Kings fight in every battle. They stand for every single wolf, and I plan to stand next to them. I finally made some connections and got myself a spot on the Royals ship. Tomorrow at 9 am I leave. I was supposed to leave with the group I was camping with

He stared intently at my lightly bruised arm, my entire body heated up from his gaze. Royal laughed hysterically. "The oblivious boyfriend to the rescue, do you even know what she's done to you?" Royal raised a brow. "Are you done?" Charles asked and Royal smirked. "You haven't seen the last of me, Miss Riles and consider your company gone," Royal said then he turned and walked away.

Before I could reach where he stood, guards appeared and flanked either side of me. Uncle stroked his beards,his feet sinking into the soft carpet that was spread before the throne. “The one thing that defines a royal, that makes their claim incontestable is their ability to unlock and master their elemental powers; either air, earth, water and fire. Of course,fire has never been gotten by any royal but you had the chance to unlock the others. But you didn't. As if that wasn't bad enough, you also couldn't shift on your 18th birthday.

The queen was seated on her throne, impeccably dressed as always, not a hair out of place, and her crown was perfectly situated on her head. The rest of the council also appeared as if they’d been up for hours. Kit approached the throne slowly, with her head held high, as Eli had suggested, and she tried not to be in a rush or seem upset at all by the information she’d discerned earlier. The fact that Armant, the royal physician, stood across the room, in front of the council members’ thrones alerted her that whatever was wrong, it was serious, and Kit did her best to keep her breathing even.

Her golden tiara gave the final touch of her princess look. Prince Alexander was of course dressed in his finest clothes. Just like his bride, he wore all white. White slacks, white shirt, white vest and over it a white blazer made for a royal fae. On the upper left side of his blazer, there was a golden spiral design representing the Core of Life. It was the symbol of their beloved kingdom. Gold covered the tip of his sleeves as well. He looked admirable as his crown rested proudly on his head.

King Regor is the pillar at the center of the Royal Ark clan, and most personal royal guards of the royal family are from the branches of the Royal Ark clan, so they treat King Regor as someone that is connected to their clan’s future and prosperity. They are all aware that the Royal Ark clan would be pushed away by the other three powerful werewolf clans of Artemia if something happens to the royal family. King Regor is the only member of the direct royal family in the capital city, and the whereabouts of Crown Prince Rogeus and Princess Regina are still unknown, which makes it more dangerous for the Royal Ark clan. “Find the king this instant! Our lives won’t even be enough to atone even t

We need help, and sometimes the assistance we hire ends up helping us look the part way more than we ever intended it to look. Like my cousin, Marianne, who wore the traditional New Beerenland's royal Victorian brooch and other royal garbs to a church wedding of a commoner she knew. And somehow, the media was there to cover it. She had my grandma's overcoat on her back that was handmade by the Indian women and been sent off as a gift on Christmas Eve by the country's royalty to earmark the tradition of transporting tea and coal that goes all the way back to the 1500s. It was a popular piece of history that captured the local newspaper's attention on the incoming Monday. Why did my cousin Mar