Royal Guard Papyrus Novels & Stories

Every one of her senses was enthralled with a soothing calm. “Damn it!” Damon’s voice from beyond the great hall. Pushing the door open, Journee saw him buried in mountainous piles of books and scrolls. She watched him hold up a piece of parchment, comparing it to another material. It is foreign. Something I have not handled in real life. Taking a closer look, she recognised it from her history textbooks. Papyrus! OMG! They have ancient Egyptian texts here?! Excitement shot through her veins as her hands trembled with desire. Briefly, Journee allowed her fingers to trace the outline of the hieroglyphics.

“Is it true the Royal Beta saved you?” “Wade? Fuckin’ Wade? Nah. I got myself out. Don’t need anyone! The guards didn’ know wha’ hit ‘em!” He found his lips taken by another, he fisted flaxen blonde hair, roughly shoving his tongue into her mouth before pulling away. “And then! Ya’ not heard anything! Father ripped that sick son of a bitch apart!” “It’s true?” “Oh yeah! Dick didn’t stand a chance.” “I heard he was the ex Royal Beta, that true?” a voice came from the crowd.

My gut feeling kept telling me this was important, this Blood Moon Ritual that Andre spoke about, and not just because of the obvious reasons…there was a deeper meaning to it all. “Got it!” Daphne’s voice broke me out of my trance and both Emma and I hunkered down next to her, to look inside the contents of the first drawer. “Wait…what’s this?” We pulled out the large, thick file like thing that was wrapped in a piece of cloth that looked old enough to have been Cleopatra’s floor rag. But when we took it off with care, there was a hard-bound file with several thick papers inside that appeared to be the handmade kind.

We follow him over to the gate where he and the other guard begin to unlock it for us. "Have a good day in the city,” he says waving us off. Daniel turns and gives him a slight bow. "Thank you, sir,” he replies. Turning curiously towards Daniel I ask, "What was that you showed the guard?" "Oh, the royal seal?" He pauses, "It is a token that gives you access to anything in the kingdom, but only the king himself can give it out,” Daniel explains. “I see, that is quite handy. So, tell me, what is the meaning of the Phoenix?” I ask curiously.

Aurora and Miranda follow closely behind, the darkness swallowing them up as they disappeared. **** The guards approached the entrance of the crypt, scanning the area with their torches. They looked around carefully, trying to find any signs of the missing royals. One of the guards noticed something on the ground and knelt down to get a closer look. "Hey, look at this," he called out to the others. "Footprints." The other guards rushed over to where he was and peered down at the ground. They could see the distinct imprints of leather shoes, indicating that the royals had passed through here.

"You came back with more than you entered with." He walked away. Selene stared after him. The tiny warmth beneath her ribs pulsed once. She whispered so softly that even she barely heard it. "I know." That afternoon, Raphael returned to the archive. He had brought no guards. No advisers. No one he trusted enough to explain what he had experienced. The room seemed colder than it had the night before. He unlocked the cabinet containing the oldest records. One manuscript in particular drew his attention. It had no title. Only a symbol stamped into its leather cover.

My youth, my energy, my loyalty, and this was my reward. As I reached the threshold, I felt a hand brush against my arm. It was Gale, my personal guard. He had been standing like a statue, watching the proceedings with a face of stone. His movements were practiced and swift. As he stepped aside to let me pass, he leaned in, his voice barely a breath against my ear. "Don't let them see you break, my lady. Not yet." He pressed something into my palm. A small, cool, folded piece of parchment, tied with a thin cord. My fingers closed around it instinctively.

​As they turned to head toward the main exit, Laura's gaze caught a faint, pulsing blue glow emanating from a hidden compartment behind the shattered black throne. Driven by an instinctive curiosity, she stepped closer and reached inside, pulling out an old, yellowed parchment sealed with the crest of the primordial guardians. ​She unrolled it quickly, scanning the intricate symbols and archaic text. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise. ​"Dave, look at this," Laura whispered, handing the parchment to him. ​Dave glanced over the text, his brow furrowing deeply.

“I understand, Captain Gerald. if ever my help is needed, i am always available to give so, just tell me.'' I said with a smile while keeping the list of names. I might as well do my own investigation with them and help the Royal Guards. It is imperative since Gerald also mentioned that the Rebellion has also been targeting the Royal Family now, too. it might as well be my way of giving back to Uriel since he had helped me many times too. ‘I have been receiving so much help from the people around me. I really am blessed.’ Before I could even utter a word of thanks and gratitude to the Captain of the Royal Guards, he pulled out another envelope from his pocket. The envelope had gold linings a

What if they were closer than he thought? He paused at the sound of faint footsteps. One of the younger guards appeared in the doorway, clearly nervous. "My Lord... there is something you should know." Derek turned, voice sharp. "What is it?" The wolf stepped in, holding a folded parchment. His hands trembled as he passed it over. "One of the servants said she saw a guard pass a scroll to someone in the stables. She didn’t recognize either of them." Derek unfolded the note and scanned its contents. Symbols. Coordinates. A message cloaked in code, but clear enough to those who knew how to read it.