Royal Crown Academy Series Novels & Stories

The car doors swung open in unison, and a stream of figures in black poured into the banquet hall. Beneath their jackets, the subtle outlines of guns hinted at danger, a chill of menace in the air. A bodyguard with utmost respect opened the door of the central stretch limo. William Vincent, the iron-fisted ruler of Northland's shadowy corners, clad in a sleek black trench coat, walked over the glittering carpet of broken glass towards me. He was the man behind the mysterious calls, my mentor in all things firearms, my ace in the hole. William dropped to one knee before me, indifferent to the shards of glass slicing through his pricey pants.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

Other people knelt as the king starts announcing. “Today, I proclaim to all of you. Thariem of Lunekleare, the Crown Prince of Clapestris, is now, the Royal Knight of Clapestris, after the Order of Eren-Narses. The bearer of the highest title next to the King.”

Amanda Estelle I looked at Logan who's walking down the stairs with his father. His father was wearing a beautiful crown on his head and he was so charismatic in his suit. People said that Logan will be a better King than King Valentino because Logan is more interactive with people and he's more considerate. I always believe that he will be a good King. "The moment that we all been waiting for." My grandfather said. Actually my father is here too and I'm standing in between the both of them. My father said that King Valentino sent the invitation to them to attend the coronation.

I didn't know where my girls were, but Rosaline told me to wait until lunch to meet them. "Then you could know their room and we could check up on them." I found my schedule had some classes. These included Royal Studies, where I had to learn the history. Second came Etiquettes, so I'd look and breathe like a royal. Third was Combat training followed by other outdoor classes including, swimming, horse riding, archery etc. "So I have a single week to learn these and then we compete. Those who get the most votes are promoted to the last week where they make us do anonymous tasks?" I repeat everything I'm told.

“My name is Princess Alvarez. I’m the vice president of this esteemed institution, and it’s an honor to be here. You may be wondering why I’m standing before you today. Well, it’s tradition here at Royalty College for upperclassmen to welcome the freshmen and guide them through what they need to know about the school—and a few other things too. “So without wasting much time, let me tell you about the five clubs we have. You’ll be choosing the one that suits you best. But be warned—some clubs are selective. You’ll have to pass a screening to get in. “Starting from number five, we have the Book Club. This is perfect for anyone who loves reading or feels too shy to dive into more social activit

The hallway had different sections; Joya was in one of the sections of the hallway and was about to take a turn in the direction Ragaleon was coming from. When another maid called her, catching her attention. She turned around, her ponytail dangling behind her, eyes so blue they reflected like crystals. Simultaneously, Ragaleon took the opposite direction of the hallway, without catching a glimpse of Joya; Joya was backing him. The maid handed over a brush for dusting to Joya. Joya took the brush and then turned around; it was then she saw a man with a golden crown on his head, walking away, the cape attached to his royal outfit swaying behind. His right hand clenched a golden horn, which wa

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

Without it, the new Alpha’s ceremony could not proceed. And our pack had every intention of securing it. "Starting bid, ten million." I raised my paddle. "Fifteen million." "Fifteen million from seat number two." The auctioneer had barely finished when a sharp voice called from the back of the hall. "Twenty million!" Everyone turned. Chloe swept in through the back doors, wearing a glittering gold dress. A priceless diamond necklace adorned her neck, obviously a gift from Isaac. "Thirty million!" She raised her paddle again, her voice loud enough for the entire hall to hear.

Her face was already pinched into the expression of a woman preparing to fire the entire palace staff. “Mami.” I cracked an egg into a bowl. “Morning.” “My crown is missing.” I picked up a second egg. “Which crown?” Gabby looked at me like I had just asked who the president was. “My pink glitter crown.” “You have four pink glitter crowns.” “The aquarium one.” “Oh. The cheap one.” “It’s royal.” “Royal and seven dollars can coexist.” Her face darkened. “It’s gone.” Another set of footsteps came from behind her.