Royal Road Legends Novels & Stories

"In the Royal Lycan history books. It hasn't happened in a thousand years, so everyone thought it was a myth." "What legend?" "The Legend of the Twin Moons," he said. "It says that when a Royal Lycan line produces twins, nature splits the soul in two." He took a deep breath. "One will be the Savior—pure Alpha energy, the perfect King. The other..." He hesitated. "The other will be the Destroyer. Born without a soul. Driven only by bloodlust and chaos. The Demon Wolf." I covered my mouth with my hand. "No. That's just a story."

“I’m sorry, madam. I’m just a driver. But maybe you should visit and see some places that play huge significant value to the history of Capria.” “See? You’re not just a driver. Tell me about the King?” “Ahh. America has no monarch, yeah? The first king was King Kamrun—” “Who?” “King Kamrun of Braynburg?” “Oh, and the current King?” “He’s critically ill.” His people must love the King if he didn't rule like in that 15th-century monarchies. “I’m sorry to hear about that.” My chest felt hollow. “The Prince apparent is Prince Isodore, Duke of Burkhese. You should visit Burkhese. It’s a great place, surrounded by the ocean. If you want to visit a little bit colder than Winterbourn, try Guardion.

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

The rogue paused slightly, hesitant to say it, but he couldn't keep the information to himself. "The Legend from hundreds of years ago says that a baby will be born with a crescent moon mark that emits blue light. This baby will rule the entire werewolf territory with unparalleled power. Evil will be defeated by him, and that means we will be defeated as well, " the rogue explained. Rogue King Alex immediately laughed at his subordinate's explanation, but his voice was not joyous. "Legend from where, huh?" Although he spoke as if in disbelief and contempt, a glint in his eyes showed that Rogue King Alex was distraught.

Maison intercepted it with brutal efficiency, his larger wolf form slamming into the attacker with bone-crushing force. More enemies poured from the forest, their numbers far greater than the initial howls had suggested. This wasn't just a raiding, this seemed to be trying to stop the full prophecy from coming to pass, but what Royal line was he even talking about? All four Royal houses fell in the Great Werewolf War. What the hell is he talking about? The Royal Line was a myth, a legend told to pups before bedtime—the original werewolf bloodline from which all others supposedly descended. If that was real...

But I must say, this royal betrothal wasn’t bad at all… ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n This is where That Royal Betrothal ends, guys! Thanks, for following Zack and Zara to the end of their story. Please leave your REVIEWS on how you loved this book. My Other Books . . The Alpha’s Christmas Present – A Dark Werewolf Romance. . . Luna Serena - A Mafia Werewolf Romance . . . Badboy and Our Wrong Love - A Highschool Love Story

The road had widened into a proper highway, other vehicles pulling aside as our royal-crested SUVs approached. "Where are we?" I asked, my throat dry and painful. "Almost there," Dr. Thornwood said, offering me a water bottle. "That's the royal city in the distance." I looked where she indicated, and my breath caught. Rising from the valley ahead, illuminated by the setting sun, stood the legendary city I'd only heard about in stories. Stone walls surrounded buildings that climbed toward the sky, and at the center, perched on the highest point, the royal palace gleamed like a crown of stone and glass.

She needs to stop treating me like a baby for real. “Mia—” Ignoring Julia’s incomplete explanation, I darted through the metal doors, driven by the unmistakable scent of the royals. As I advanced, I noticed a sharpening of my senses—heightened hearing, scent, and vision, unmistakable signs of my werewolf instincts at play.

I smiled faintly and replied, "I'll pass." It wasn't because I still held a grudge. It was just that after settling everything, I suddenly realized that Elena, the lawyer, who had been working nonstop for four years, deserved a break. I merely thought that the legend of the undefeated lawyer could end with this trial in Ravenport. I had just reached the underground parking lot after taking one last look at the law firm when three black SUVs pulled up in front of me simultaneously. It was then that the car doors opened, and a middle-aged man in sunglasses stepped out. His suit sleeves rode up to reveal half a tattoo, the emblem of the Romano Famiglia in Vallenzia. "There's someone who wishes

It is said that the spiritual energy of this place is so abundant that it creates a physical form: mist. But every time Amaryah remembers the legend, she knows what this mist actually means. The lady of the said noble family who ran away is still in hiding. The gods must have seriously taken a liking to her to continue helping her till now. "Walk closely to me. Don't lose sight of my back." Lucian, after having said that, still looked a little doubtful, so he added: "Or just grab onto my sleeves." Amaryah feigned a speculating expression and looked at Lucian.