Royal Pokemon Novels & Stories

Chapter 57 - In The Grodon Arena Antheia’s POV We arrived at in the East region, specifically at the land of Grodon, throughout the drive, Raven briefed me some information about the werewolf society, and about the royals and how they have lands to rule, well that part was easy, it had just been traced from the ancestors, then the titles had been passed down to generation after generation, the Royal bloodline continued, and he reiterated that one mountain does not only belongs to one royal family, or one region was not ruled only by one royal bloodline, most regions and mountains were ruled by multiple Royals, having their own pieces of land to rule and group of packs to lead. However, there

Only something at Royal Mastery Realm could hurt him that quickly—no other monster could possibly do it. About 30 feet ahead of him, a small monkey stared at him with a smug smile. Its eyes were full of mockery, as if saying, "I can't believe there are such weak humans on this planet." "Which level of Royal Mastery are you?" Felix couldn't tell exactly, but he knew the little monkey had to be at Royal Mastery Realm. After making some chattering sounds, the monkey vanished again. Figuring that it was going to try the same trick on him, Felix smirked. He immediately activated his True Intent and started battling against the monkey.

He shook his head and Shan laughed. "We will get punished if we call you by your name. " Zhan whispered to me. I almost pouted but i thought i had to look cool in front of my beloveds dad so i apologized and told him that he can call me with whatever he's comfortable with. "Your highness, can you please hand me the gun inside your pocket? No weapons are allowed inside except for the knights. " Captain Zhao. I obliged and gave him my gun. Then we went inside the palace, it was spacious and the theme of this whole place was red and gold, it kinda hurts my eyes but also liked the interior.

"Why don't you start by telling me what a royal is and why you think I am one." He took the cap off his beer and took a long draught. He looked like he was about to cry. It was so stupid. This guy was a bodybuilder, probably close to three hundred pounds, and acted like some sniveling, downtrodden, bullied... just thinking about it ticked me off. No one should be made to feel how this guy was feeling. I couldn't imagine a life like his. "A Royal is born a werewolf. Royals shift faster than bitten wolves. They have more control over their shifts. They can control themselves mid-shift, reversing the shift even."

"The Royals were the first of Selenara's creation amongst the wolves. Because of that, they were naturally closer—could easily communicate with her and shared a bit of her power—an off-flow of sorts. "They were revered amongst the wolves and led the wolves to greatness." "But Prince…" unable to resist, I cut in. "Power? But the royal family today—" But I swallowed back my words sensibly. I suddenly had a feeling that if I spoke, the story might come to an end right here. "Their power ranged from attack—dangerous powers aimed at destroying—to defend, for protecting." I was so immersed in the story that I never realised when Vivian creaked open the door, softly entering into the room, three ma

He was the color of a royal Omega Dragon, the same color as his Dad's dragon. Just like Roman, Sora is small. Even compared to other Omega dragons. The Omega stretches his wings out, something he hasn't been able to do since he was young. His neck stretched as his head raised toward the sky. The Omega took in a deep breath, and a breath of smoke left his mouth when he roared.

“I guess the Queen didn’t bother to tell you that was the reason she never found her mate.” “But the King is her mate.” “No another royal flaw.” she giggled. “You see most royal women are auctioned off to the house, you either become Queen or a Princess.” “But I thought my baby is his, so he's my mate!” I growled wanting to grab at her but I couldn’t move. “And the claws I had claws.” “No that was all smoke and mirrors, you see Marcus knows a lot about the area, so it was easy to make things seem like it happened but you’ve been fooled.”

Hagrid asked gruffly, and I snapped my head up to the pale-eyed man, a sliver of fear straightening my spine at the sight of the worming tattoos on his massive hulk frame. The King’s booming command mottled my insides before I could answer. “You are all invited to the royal ball this week! Where I will announce the heir to the Main City Castle!” He thundered and there was a beat of silence before the crowd hollered and cheered, and the hollowed feeling returned in my chest. I moved my head without thinking across the lot, locking eyes with the dark-haired prince who had been looking down at me from the overhang of a balcony.

Roy and the rest of the pack crawled through the tunnel that led inside the Moonlight pack. They bursted inside the pack only to see bunch of guards already on a stance ready to fight them. It was like they were waiting for them. Roy without holding back jumped high and landed into their midst. He was surrounded by twelve Royal guards altogether. Jon did the same thing he did. He turned his back against Roy and brushed him with his back. Jon knew that the Royal guards were always the strongest of all other guards, trained to face any war.

"You might want to double check with them though" "Alright. Eight hundred over five hundred; we're still outnumbered" David offers me a smile before shaking his head. "Come on, you're the King. Surely you have contacts" Austin looks to Clyde desperately. "I do but they're all other Royals around the globe. I can't call on packs in America to fight. I'm not Alpha and being King doesn't mean they'll stand to fight" Why wouldn't they fight to protect the King? I know I would...well I don't really have a choice right now. But I still would. If Clyde can't persuade the packs in America to fight, I know someone who can help.