Royal Cut Novels & Stories

After the Intermediate Mage Examination, I stood outside the door and overheard my mother tell a relative, "The Royal Academy's tuition is too expensive. We can't afford to send both daughters." The relative tried to reason with her. "They're both your daughters. You can't send one and leave the other behind." My brother cut in. "Liana can't even cast a basic light spell. She's the one who needs the extra help. Ella's talented enough to manage on her own. Send her with Liana as a maid. She can sit in on classes whenever she's free." Then came the voice of Caden Vale, the boy I had grown up with. "That's fair." Standing outside the door, I finally understood what fair meant to them. Liana got

Nobility were just related to the royal family by birth or marriage and also had substantial wealth. “Yes, the Luna had a piece traded from the north that she wore when the royal family came.” I was always conflicted when sharing information about our mother. He and I had a different experience with her. I had everything from her and then nothing. He never had anything at all. I’m not sure which one of us was the luckier one. “It was an emerald.” “What shape was it? Are you familiar with different gem cuts?” His question is sterile and academic. “It looked like a giant teardrop.” I said dolefully. “Pear cut! That’s called a pear cut.” He responded gleefully.

Cali told her with a proud smile. Imeela took the chalice and swallowed the combined blood. A shockwave of power flooded through the bond. Her eyes blazed silver as her aura expanded immensely. Holy fucking hell. I had thought her aura was strong before, but it had nothing on this right here. This was the fully Royal aura. Wow… I would have to fully appreciate it in private because the thoughts it caused were not suited for an audience. Barnaby placed the official Royal robe over her shoulders and a crown on the top of her head. It was gorgeous with a gold, silver, and black theme. I did not want to know how much it was worth because the numerous diamonds alone added up.

Gideon felt both excited and had high expectations. The eight major royal families wouldn't offer anything subpar. There was a high chance the prizes would include supreme techniques or precious medicinal treasures. Everyone else was just as eager. Eight tables stood before them, each representing a royal family's contribution. Every item was covered with a red cloth, hiding its identity. Gideon first chose the Jaeger royal family's offering. As he lifted the red cloth, a rich medicinal fragrance instantly spread through the air. As expected, it was a top-tier medicinal herb. It was extremely rare, and it was worth a fortune.

The soldier continued. “We also searched the healer’s shop, and we found this.” He took a step forward and handed it to the General. He surveyed it. It was a signet ring with swords crossing over a heart. It was the Royal Crest of the collective, a group of disbanded royal assassins, said to be the deadliest in the land. He turned the ring over in his hands examining it closely. He would have to best this man. He was skilled in the art of blending in and killing.

“How dare you act and speak like this before a royalty?” Meeting her eyes without fear, I replied, “I merely spoke the truth.” “By the way…” I started before signalling to the attendant who helped me to come in. “I didn’t come empty-handed. Happy birthday, Grand Princess.” In cue, the attendant carried a tray where an intricate, well-embroidered tea bag was presented with a velvet black jewellery box. “In honor of your birthday, I present you with a diamond necklace with a sapphire pendant and a bag of Scarlet Robe Tea. This tea is the rarest tea in the kingdom that nurtures our wolves, making us stronger.”

The paper seemed delicate and weak in her hands. It would tear and crumble if he held it with too much force. She let her mind work as she set about breaking the seal on the letter. The paper wasn't that delicate, but the wax seal was the same as the one on his father's ring. Three claw marks. And Ariel was right. The falling petals were the sign of the Royal family. Not just any of the royal families, but that of the Lycan king. His banner bore another crest now, but everyone still knew that the falling petals were the sign of the royal household.

Alexander: Did you really think I could have forgotten your twenty-fifth birthday, brother? Carl looked at us, tears welling in his eyes, and took the box with a trembling hand. Carl: So… sorry for calling you an idiot… He opened the box, and I saw a myriad of emotions on his face. The box contained a Beta Royal crest. It was made of solid gold with gemstones in the pack's colors. Alexander: The crest you had wasn't worthy of your talent, my friend, nor your rank. Carl: It's magnificent… thank you.

Kari asked shocked. "The day we returned from meeting you Alex had you added." The Queen replied. "It is also where all the royal garb is held, our tiara's and crowns, the Royal robes, and the orb and scepter that is used when there is a corronation, as well as the silver ceremonial knife and the cerimonial silver cup which we use to welcome the next generation of Royal pups." "I'm eager to see it." Ingrid said. "The history behind it was always fascinating."

she waved her ring around, “this is my present.” “No, its not,” Royal corrected her and passed over an envelope he pulled from his coat pocket. “I wouldn’t rip you off a birthday present with an engagement ring. I heard you tell Nyx you thought I was up to something and expected a proposal tonight at dinner. I didn’t want you to be disappointed there was no proposal and unlike Keshaun I know better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. I’ve kept the ring for months the minute I heard you hissing into the phone I got it all planned. This,” he tapped the envelope, “is your present.”