Royal Arm Novels & Stories

“I have spoken to the royal doctor about this. We will never know when Ariana will return to normal and realize her responsibilities as Crown Prince Emilio's fiancé.” The room fell silent again after Duke Andrew finished his speech. King Alexius didn't think that Duke Andrew would lie about Ariana's condition, as he brought the name of the royal doctor in his report. Royal doctors are doctors who specifically serve the royal family. They would never lie, and were loyal to the royal family. Ariana was also examined by the royal doctor and the diagnosis must have been like that. King Alexius massaged his head in frustration. Even the last descendant of the Alison family, was not free from the

“You ended the Bloodfang Rebellion single-handedly. Three hundred rogues, and you walked out without a scratch, with their Alpha’s head in your hand. You brought White Claw to kneel without spilling pack blood. You are the blade I trust most in this realm. The only blade I trust. The only one that hasn’t turned in my hand.” Murmurs came from the Council which sounded like Flattery. I didn’t care for flattery. “So it is time you were rewarded,” Rorik said. “Time you took your rightful place… not beside the throne, Kael. But within the royal family. As my son.” The room went silent. Armea took a step forward. Her smile was wide and Her eyes gleamed with victory she hadn’t earned yet. With a fu

The heavy, reinforced iron doors of the royal palace swung open. Natalia walked out onto the grand balcony, her silver-white hair catching the full, blinding glare of the sun. She wore the formal Coronation armor of the United Sea and Land Empire—a seamless synthesis of dark, titanium-weave plates and shimmering white-gold filigree. Across her shoulders hung a magnificent cloak of midnight blue, pinned with the newly forged crest: a roaring Lycan wolf gripping a three-layered compass rose.

Nicole nodded in approval. Daphne eyed her carefully, intrigued. She said that the royal family, traditionally, had armor with some sort of nod to their names. Nicole’s armor seemed molded to her form. There was a little sigil on her shoulder of a golden wreath of laurel leaves. She wore a diadem that sparkled in the light and seemed too ornate to be a helmet, but too protective to be a crown. It was odd to see her armor trimmed in gold considering that the entire castle seemed trimmed in silver. On her chest was the crest of the August family.

It said, “R-Royalty…” Philip raised his arm, glanced at the golden mark, and asked, “Do you recognize this?”

They stood up as King Rashal called his son to stand at the center. The king summoned the attendants to bring the important symbol. Others began to tremble and felt the running of cold waters along with their frames as they saw the armory. It is a special armory exclusive for a grandiose title and authority. Darina knows about this but she cannot help herself but get fascinated. She down even more to hide her tears. She has confusing feelings that she is unable to comprehend. Other people knelt as the king starts announcing.

The palace stood in breathtaking elegance, its marble walls gleaming under the sunlight. The car of soon to be next royal monarch was surrounded by an entourage of black cars and motorcycles, escorting him with a precise, military-like coordination. The grounds are meticulously groomed, and royal guards in traditional uniforms stand at attention, a stark reminder of the centuries-old traditions Alpha Hudson now bound to uphold.

The Royal Academy of Arvendale rose like a palace of learning, its sprawling stone wings connected by archways draped in ivy. Golden banners bearing the kingdom’s crest rippled from the high towers, and the morning sun washed the marble walls in warm light. The academy was not just a place of education—it was a proving ground for the future leaders, defenders, and power brokers of the realm.

She swallowed, her body suddenly remembering its previous weakness. "No, you are not." Rebekah grasped her face. "You are not." "What would getting married to him do? It would only turn mother against him and she could hurt him even more." "Depends on when she finds out about it." Rebekah grinned. "Have you been gone so long you have forgotten the custom of your own home?" "What are you talking about." "Polygamy is forbidden here, especially in the royal family. They see it as a sure way to ensure an heir is produced. So female or male, royals are only allowed one husband. You can't marry another while your first is still alive."

A dozen elite Royal Guards followed him, clad in pristine black armor, carrying military-grade weapons. Their presence commanded instant submission. The golden royal crest on their chests gleamed under the emergency lights. Carl stared at the Royal Beta. A wild hope ignited in his eyes. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. He thought the Royal Guards arrived to arrest the rogue causing trouble in the region. He thought salvation had walked through the door.