Royal Arm Novels & Stories

“You’re still alive. That’s a good sign.” “Barely,” I muttered, wincing as I touched my ribs. He grinned. “Welcome to Royalty College, bro. Now the real war begins.”

Unlike every gala that has taken place in the past, this is the biggest and that is because it will be the first time of me meeting my fiancee. “Everything is set for tomorrow, Your majesty” The Head eunuch answered. He had stayed behind after the council was dismissed. “Make sure everything goes as planned as I said, it is a very important night” “The Crown prince must be thrilled to see his bride” The Head eunuch said. King Alaric gave out a little chuckle, then cleared his throat, he smiled at me and looked back at the eunuch. “Yes I presume” “Very well then, I will be taking my leave now”

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

The emperor looked at me as if he's waiting for me to bow to him too, Shan nudged me. I looked at the emperor sharply. " I don't bow down to anyone. " I said. The emperor laughed. "I like your boldness. " He commented, i remained silent. He shook his head and smirked when he saw i was holding Shan's hand. " You do know that the royal family doesn't allow any cut sleeves to run the empire. " "And you do know that I'm not part of your family and i will never be. " I snapped. Shan held my arm to stop me.

“So what do we do? Sit back and let him dismantle the Dominion piece by piece?” “We watch,” Tavian says, his voice dropping into a low, possessive rumble as his wolf claws at his chest, demanding he claim what’s his. “And when the blood starts flowing in that arena, we make sure we’re standing right behind him.” Inside the grand estate of Royal Entertainment, Arthur Roy—a powerful, refined Alpha in his late thirties with silver-streaked dark hair—stands by the massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the central territory. He listens silently as his head strategist reads off the latest reports from Frostclaw Hollow.

,sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} A/n: Have you added That Royal Betrothal to your reading list yet? Please do 😊 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alejandro I set my axe up as I cut the thick tree with the last of my strength. This was no easy job. But, guess this was why my late parents sent me to learn to fight at a tender age. They claimed they gave me the “defender of the people”. I was to fulfil it by working as a royal guard in the castle. I had hustled and bustled to get where I was today.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

he scoffed, but immediately shut up hearing Christian's furious growl directed at him. "Mind your words, Arnold! Don't forget she is the Royal Beta female."Christian growled, shutting him up. Damn, Royal? I liked the sound of that, but did I care? Absolutely not. "And respect is all that you will give her." I could see Arnold literally glaring at me, wanting nothing to bury me alive. But that only made me smirk at him. Sucks for you, Arnold!

The royal sigil on my chest gleamed coldly whenever the light struck it, like a reminder that none of this truly was mine. “Look forward.” The voice was low, absolute. Rael stood close at my side. His royal garments were layered and flawless, draping his body as if the world itself had learned how to obey him. The ruby crown on his head caught the torchlight, glowing like liquid blood. His Lycan aura pressed into my chest, making my knees nearly buckle and igniting a dangerous flame deep inside me. His hand closed around my wrist. Just for a heartbeat. Then he pulled me into him, my forehead resting against his solid chest.

He marches towards me and picks me up, placing me back on the bed “I warned you, I will mark you if you keep disobeying me” Squeezing my lips together into a thin line and furrowing my brow, he raises an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to say something “I really am the last one of my kind” it was not what he was expecting me to say Daryl nods his head at me “You are” "What does this Royalty thing mean?" "It means that there were once some very powerful wolves, these wolves were known as Royals and truth be told, no one actually knew why." He stands up and walks to the door, carefully closing it. "The Royal blood line was a force in itself"