Royal Arm Novels & Stories

“That rule applies to all but the royal family. Whatever you do, be kind to them.” I gave Nicholas a look, hoping to indicate that I would never be unkind to anyone. He offered a small smile in exchange. He knew that. But he wanted to warn me. I nodded, understanding. Zale continued to speak, “You will know who is of royal blood because only the royals are permitted to wear crowns.” “The larger the crown, the more important the royal,” Nicholas whispered to me. I nodded, grateful for the tip. “Now,” Zale continued. “If you are ready…?”

Same rules apply to elements of their armour. The armour is silver-blue in colour with intricate carvings into the metalwork that looks like coral stamped onto every inch of the armour. The skirt of the armour curves down the sides of the hips and is draped underneath with royal blue chiffon. Their gauntlets go all the way to the elbow, and the shoulder armour, along with the front and back of the breastplate, contains the Royal Crest depicting two ‘sea horses’ – as in horses with fishtails – holding a shield depicting two sirna tails wrapped together and bound with a crown. The helmets of the guards cover their entire face and have visors they can see out of, but we can’t see through. The h

But they didn't, now did they? Royales were called rogue royale but the truth was that they weren't exactly rogues either. They were royalty, without a pack. They were the warriors of the Moon Goddess and they were going to do whatever it took to make sure that the children of their beloved goddess remained safe. Amaris knew what Axel and Mira were. He knew how to deal with them. But the thing that stopped him from taking action was the lack of knowledge about the extremely huge wolves that were part of their army.

Neal instructed them to leave and while they were alone, she came out of the blankets and began to inspect the clothes. “The royal tailor department made some clothes for you. They are still not a lot but you can wear these for now,” he said pointing to the ones on the tray. “Thank you. You are well prepared.” “I have to.” She applied body cream on her body first before putting on her lingerie. After that she put on the floral black gown and covered herself with a white robe finished with a golden chain on the front. “It’s beautiful,” she said. “I’m glad you like it.”

Their rich oil deposits and rare Earth minerals had probably had something to do with England’s acquiescence. She held her breath as the prince came into sight, battling the latest surge of nerves. Her first sight of him wasn’t the professional evaluation it should be. Instead, she noticed his lean, toned physique displayed by the tight white tank top he wore. It wasn’t what she would’ve expected from a Prince, but she couldn’t argue that it certainly highlighted how muscular his arms were—which reminded her that she was there to work, not ogle the Prince.

The man had a very dark history among us commons. It is known that the blood of royals is immortal. Meaning, once you’re a royal, wedded to a royal and sealed by blood covenant or born of a royal. You would live eternally. There was only one plant, of which its name is always only known by the King and the Chief Healer of the castle, could kill a royal. It is said its venom is slid into the hilt of a dagger and when it is very necessary, the royal would be stabbed directly in his/her heart to put an end to their lives.

They are quicker than I am, leaping through the air with their long, thin legs. “There's no time. Tell me you have the cure?” “I do, brother. I will find you even if it's the last thing I do. I. Will. Find. YOU!!” He snarls with conviction. I come to a halt as I glance upwards to see a Rion leaping over my head, landing on his feet in front of me. He adorns the traditional Rion gold-plated armor with a helmet to match. A black plume runs through the center of the helmet, indicating that he is a Knight of the Royal family. He swings his four-metre-long Knight lance in his hands.

He said while lifting his hands. "I don't want to calm down Adrean. Where am I?" I asked loudly. "In my palace." He answered Softly then looked away. "What do you mean your palace?" I asked seriously. "Where is she?" A woman's voice asked. The door was opened by a man in golden armor, he looked like a royal guard. An older woman walked in. She looked very beautiful, but what caught my eye was the diamond pendant that had the royal seal of one of the feared, rich kingdoms in all land.

I could feel my mother’s stare lingering, heavy even as she continued giving instructions. “Why can’t I go to the Royal Academy like him? I don’t want Zakar’s choice as mine, Mother!” I snapped, pacing toward the bed, fists curling at my sides. “This alliance is needed, especially when you are king soon,” she said, voice tight but firm. “That’s the same thing you said to Zakar, but…” I hissed, teeth gritted, jaw aching, nails digging into my palms. She leaned down and kissed my cheek. “I’ll leave you to get ready,” she whispered, stepping out as the maids rolled the bags behind her. The door clicked shut, her heels and the low rumble of wheels echoing down the stairs until the sound faded in

I felt like a celebrity at that moment, but my eyes looked out for only one person, and warmth spread through me as our eyes collided. He was dressed in a similar royal attire, decorated with gold lacing and other elements. The women had taken out time to explain what each item on the royal attire stands for and why it was so important, but I’d forgotten all about that in this moment as I stared at my knight in shiny armor. My father fell in line beside me and held my left hands in his right, a wide smile on his face, but with swollen red eyes. He’d apparently been crying. I smiled at him and averted my eyes back to my mate.