Royal Road Legends Novels & Stories

"You are lost in the dark. I will not let you take my daughter into it with you." Ezekiel lunged. The fight was so fast I could barely see it. My father Aragon was a legend, a King of the North, but Ezekiel was something new and powerful. Something cursed. Ezekiel kicked my father in the chest, sending him flying back into a stone pillar and the stone cracked. My father coughed up blood, but he stood back up. He grabbed Ezekiel and slammed him into the ground, his claws digging deep into Ezekiel's shoulders.

She was going to find out what was really going on one way or the other. She was still seated when the door suddenly opened and Jane walked in with a smile on her face. “What’s going on?” Talia asked her. “Congratulations,” she said. “Did you know this was going to happen?” “How am I supposed to know that? It’s not like I’m a seer.” That was true; there hasn’t been one in centuries though their kingdom was founded by them. They were people who had great abilities to discern the future. Because of their powerful visions they helped the royal family to conquer and form the kingdom of Qarth which stood still until this day.

He marches towards me and picks me up, placing me back on the bed “I warned you, I will mark you if you keep disobeying me” Squeezing my lips together into a thin line and furrowing my brow, he raises an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to say something “I really am the last one of my kind” it was not what he was expecting me to say Daryl nods his head at me “You are” "What does this Royalty thing mean?" "It means that there were once some very powerful wolves, these wolves were known as Royals and truth be told, no one actually knew why." He stands up and walks to the door, carefully closing it. "The Royal blood line was a force in itself"

He just opened the throttle and headed for the open sea. The road was gone. The house was gone. But as the sun began to rise over the Pacific, painting the world in shades of gold and hope, I knew that the story of the Steel Phantoms was only just beginning. A new King had been born. And the Queen? The Queen was ready to show the world that there is nothing more dangerous than a mother with the road in her blood.

“You have no warrant! You can’t just storm in here!” The lead soldier sneered, holding up a sealed document. “By order of the Crown, we can. Where did you get this?” He held up the expensive royal fabric Atlas had gifted him weeks ago, soft, embroidered with the royal crest in gold thread. Jacob’s jaw tightened. “A friend gave it to me.” The soldier laughed. “A friend? This belongs to the royal family. Explain yourself, farmer.” Outside, villagers gathered, whispering loudly. “What did he do?”

His face was unusually tense. “What?” He looked at the black path. “Something is wrong.” He whispered. Before I could say anything, the stranger spoke. “The road has changed.” Kael turned. “You know this place?” The stranger nodded. “It should never turn black.” He warned. “What does it mean?” His face hardened. “The road has recognized an enemy.” My stomach dropped. “Me?” “No.” His eyes moved to Kael. “The king.” Silence fell. Kael released my wrist. I looked back at him. The stranger continued. “The First King's Road was created by Aurelis.” He looked at Kael.

She rubbed her shoulders gently as she said it, which provided teasing friction against the head of his cock. He might feel grumpy, but he made an effort to sound pleasant when he assured her, “I want you to continue reading. That can wait.” Her eyes widened with surprise, and he tried to immerse himself in the knight’s quest. A few minutes later, when Theovald found the secret entrance to the Splendid Kingdom, he almost chuckled aloud. As entertaining as the book was, he was certain Theovald’s trip to the Splendid Kingdom couldn’t be nearly as exciting as his own had been, and the next time he visited, he planned to spend a long time exploring.

He hesitated but moved and sat down on the bed. "What is it?" He asked in concern. "How do you feel about leading the people and becoming their king?" I asked softly. He looked at me furiously then stood up and pointed a finger at me. "Have you gone insane!" He yelled at me loudly. "No, and please lower your voice." I answered. "Don't tell me to lower my voice when all you are saying is pure nonsense. You are the only direct blood born from the previous king and queen, I might be royalty but I'm far from the pure bloodline that had ruled this kingdom for generations!" He screamed.

Federico hauled Christian down off his shoulders and onto his hip instead. “Of course, Mummy can help me tuck you in,” he replied. “Now, little one, what story do you want me to read to you tonight?” The little boy looked up at him with big brown eyes. “Mummy told me once a story about a prince who found a shoe after a party and he searched to find the beautiful girl who had lost it. Do you know that story, Daddy?” His Serene Highness felt his chest tighten. “Yes, I know that one. It’s called Cinderella.”

“What did she mean she’s different from her sister? Angel, I have heard this name before.” “My prince Angel is the daughter of the royal elders Sir Bernard Williams. He is favored by the King making him the richest elder among others.” “ Is that so?” he thoughtfully muttered playing with his royal ring. “Then care to explain why the two sisters are different.” “Your highness I apologize for my bluntness I would say her story is similar to yours.”