Royal Road Legends Mga Nobela at Kwento

They turned away from the main road, veering toward the Old King's Road, a weathered path few commoners ever saw. The old king's road was an ancient, partially overgrown track; it was rarely passed except by the king, most times only during royal hunts. The reason Ragaleon had decided to take this lane was because it avoided the main city streets, letting the royalties slip into the forest without parading before the townsfolk. Creeping vines had begun to claim the walls where the forest pressed close, but the way was still clear enough for the king's host. Within minutes, the rumble of carriage wheels and the heavy rhythm of hooves vanished from the ears of the castle, swallowed instead by

Chapter 78: Clash of Hearts The three men were the Legend Vampires. The two pure ones and one half-blooded. Zild was snarling at them while Gael and Ryvan stood behind him holding their swords. They were the three princes who came from a Royal family that was supposed to be the Kings of their clans. Everyone thought they were alone, but a werewolf walked in and stood in front of Zild. He had red fur and stood with power. He growled harder than Lavelle did, and his voice was filled with power. His power was recognized by the werewolves.

“How about that other way which we discussed during the previous full moon night, King?” asked the adviser giving a kind of recommendation to his king, smiling cynically and viciously. “That’s merely an urban-legend, a so-called ‘myth’ throughout the demons-world. Until now, there has been nobody succeeding in proving that urban-legend or so-called ‘myth’,” uttered King Richard Orlando Lie still within his frustration and depression. “But, King… At least, we have to give it a try first…” The adviser went on persuading the king to give it a whirl.

“We need to be prepared. Once I have the four of them… the rogues will start coming in earnest. If the Rogue King still wants to mark me, he’ll need to do it quickly, before the bond is cemented between us. If the bond starts to cement… he’ll have to kill me.” “Ava, I think you need to give us more of a run down of this legend.” I nodded. “It’s a poem, but I’ll recite it for you.” I paused before beginning, taking a moment. This was big. “In moonlit lands where shadows roam, A legend whispers through the gloom, Of a child born of ancient line, To rise and reign, her fate divine. Born of Lycans, fierce and proud, Her destiny was spoken loud. A girl with power yet unseen,

Legends of old had been passed throughout the Kingdom of Shaldan. That the great kings of the past, the Alpha of the East had lost his mind and ruined the Kingdom. The Queen, the Luna named Galathea had been murdered by her own mate. Songs about the legend had been made. "Don't go to the forest. Don't go to the east. Don't go near the forest, or you'll face the beast. Beware of the forest, beware of the beast. Once you see its fangs, you'll never know peace."

In the beautiful country of Rinovea, King Andriego and Queen Cleo reigned wonderfully in the past years. They made the country disciplined, yet beautiful. One day, they had a baby. A royal baby, and they named her, yes it's a girl, Ruthy.Ruthyelia Celeste Nobingale, princess of Rinovea.The country rejoiced with the new born baby, but is still worried for it is a princess. A princess shall need to be married to be able to step on the throne, and it one of the highest and strictest rule of the history of Royals in Rinovea.Will Ruthy accept her fate to be married even if it has to be an arranged marriage, for her country? Does she have the time to feel true love and have him as her King?

“But I'm not sure how this all relates.” “It means, my dear child, that your father is of royal blood,” Carlo explained, his eyes lighting up. “With his lineage, not only is he royal blood, but he can be knighted for his ancestor's battle bravery. If your father becomes a Knight of Orsino, and you are his next of kin, then you are no longer considered common blood. Far from it.” Sabrina's knees went weak and she held onto Marco for support. “You mean...” she whispered.

The silver-white fur that I could see out of the corner of my eye wasn’t just any color; it was rare, almost legendary among wolves. I had heard the stories when I was younger, tales whispered by the older pack members about the White Wolves, wolves of royal blood, wolves of immense power. They were revered, almost mythical, because a White Wolf hadn’t been seen in generations. The legends said they were descended from the first alphas, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself to lead and protect the packs. They were stronger, faster, and their connection to the moon and the natural world was unmatched. But those were just stories, right?

When she was still learning her spellings, he used to take her out and show her constellations, how to read clouds, and how to fish. "Noah is right. This ability is limited to royal blood but what you don't know is how old the legend is." He took a swig from his bottle while she still clutched hers in cold hands. "Warm beer is like ingesting your own piss. Drink up." He said again. She did. Her face blanched. She preferred smoother drinks. "What legend?" They were all taught their history, just like humankind. Glorified battles, and simplified morals drive populations to suffer. The carnage of singular principles but most of all, how easily love healed and power corrupted.

My mum had a skeptical look on her face at the mention of my request. "The moonstone land is said to be a sacred part of the Blue Moon pack, we can't have it, moreover, it's way too close to the Blue Moon pack" she pointed out calmly. "Listen to me, we have to own that land, someone is living on that land and they have the crest of the extinct royal witch! There must be other secrets on that land!" I exclaimed in a whisper.