Royal Crown Academy Series Novels & Stories

I could tell by the quality of the waiting when he picked it up from the courier's table. He read it. He handed it to me. It was from Father Aldric. Alpha King. Luna. I officiated your binding one year ago. I was also present for the coronation. I wanted to write, on the occasion of the first year, to tell you what I saw from the front of the room.

She raised it aloft, the symbol of royalty and the culmination of the coronation. "By the divine investiture bestowed upon me as oracle of the gods, I hereby crown you, Valeria Claire Romero, as the Queen of wolves!" Azura proclaimed, her voice resonating with the divine power she represented. In that moment, the hall filled with a hushed reverence, recognizing the sacredness of the occasion. Valeria, now adorned with the crown, was officially recognized as the chosen ruler. The royal coronation had reached its pinnacle, and a new era had begun under the reign of the crowned queen.

For a human. “What are you talking about?” He asked, his blue eyes scanning the three with an intent curiosity. He rubbed the towel over his head with an intent determination to dry his blond hair. “Nothing,” Vaughan uttered as he opened the satchel next to him. He pulled out a golden crown with amethyst stones etched into the metal. He held it out to Fenryn, who glanced aside for a moment as if he were hesitating. Only after Vaughan narrowed his eyes at the man, did Fenryn finally take it, and exchanged it for the towel. However, his hair was a complete mess, and this caused Vaughan to glare at him further. “What?” Fenryn said, grinning.

This could only mean that the academy was quite young- at least in god years. “The King’s Crown Academy is a young academy; that much is undisputable. But it isn’t without potential. Their teachers are the cream of the crop, and their methods are unbiased. Unlike the relics in the older God Academies, they aren’t bound by customs and unnecessary beliefs, hence it is the best place to train someone who hopes to be molded into an unfettered powerhouse. Plus in such an institution, the eyes of the gods will not be centered on you.” Ananse explained. Her reasoning was sound, and Mane agreed with her. From her words, if he attended any of the older God Academies he was bound to have a difficult t

As a friend, that is the least I could do for him. I walked into the classroom but Judith and Kathryn were the only ones in class. What is wrong? "Hey, Iris." "Hey." I smiled and dropped my bag on my seat. "Where are others?" I asked. "They are all in the school hall. The Academy Royal institution is holding a competition and it comprises five schools and our school was chosen to be part of it." "Academy Royal institution? Is it a school?" Kathryn widened her eyes in shock and she looked up at me. What?

All thanks to my face. EclipsarumElite Sancta Royal Institute, as its name goes, was a well-known school that just anyone can’t think of attending. It was meant for just the royals. It was an institution that was founded by the Pack Alpha’s lineage, and the only ones allowed in the school are the elites, as its name says. The kids of the elders, ministers, councils, and Royal guards, not a single commoner was allowed into the school.

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

She fake a smile "is really touching" She said the words as she turns to gaze at Umma Magajiya who is still standing on her feet, battling her rage from the inside out. She knows that she can not create a scene here, cause if she does all she has ever work for will be in vain. The hall echo with a small laughter. Holding her head high, she continue "Let me introduce myself..." She trails gazing at the strange faces before her. Then took a deep breathe. "I am Nawal Mahmud, The Crown Princess and future Queen..." She trail again, turning to gaze at Umma Magajiya with a sly smirk, then she turn and gaze at Farida, who looks like she has seen a ghost. Nawal continued while looking at her direct

“Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?” I nod my head. “I will.” The same voice booms again and snaps me yet again to attention. “Princess Deloris, do you accept the crown?” Again, I nod. “I do.” A couple of clergy step forward. One puts the crown on my head, while the other places the royal golden egg with my family’s crest in my hand. My eyelids again dip, but a slight pain in my shoulder has me whipping my eyelids wide open again.

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.