Royal Road Legends Novels & Stories

I gave him a look, destroying the moment. “What exactly does it mean?” I asked him not knowing what the hell he had just said in french. “And thou little spirits will be sent from the Eden above to protect the protector of Magna” He translated the line for me. “And it is from?” I queried further. “Les légendes de la Grande Magna” He answered me. “And what exactly does that mean?” I sassed, repeating my question. “The Legends of the Great Magna” He replied patiently. “Une chose que je n'aime pas dans ce royaume est qu'il contient trop de français, (One thing I don't like about this realm is that it has too much of french)” We all started walking towards the apartment complex.

The brow of aleda wrinkled, she raised her seat, "mermaid? A psychopath?" "Yes. For some reason, I also feel that beatrix is hiding something that alferd is also hiding." "Wait, Smith. Mother superior She told me about the mermaid, and mom said you caught a couple of mermaids from the coast of London." "Huh? Come on, my little aleda. Mermaids are ancient mythological creatures, they don't exist."

“Aware you won’t be whether your life-string would be cut if you face the legends of Dark. Alas, you can only try, child.” “I’ll take my chances.” “Well then, to lose you need to be prepared. Alas, alas, your death linked onto your father’s fingers. Winning is not your option but losing and dying is.” She smirked. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.” “Legends shall rise, child. The new face of Legend will reveal itself the soonest. What you need is more time.” “You’re lucky, old woman! I happen to be a master of time. So, how shall I look for them?”

And for the first time, I really fucking looked at him. Black fur. Pure fucking black. My attention snapped to his eyes. Golden. Bright, unmistakable golden eyes stared back at me. Something inside me went completely still. What the fuck? “Damian.” Bruce had noticed it too. Of course he had. Black fur. Golden eyes. There were characteristics certain bloodlines carried. Traits that could appear throughout generations and occasionally surprise the hell out of everyone. But those two together? No. Black fur and golden eyes belonged to Royal wolves. They were the physical mark of our bloodline.

Someone chuckled darkly, a solemn nod going about the room. It had my curiosity entranced as each generation started to describe the slow decline of the Great Pack, as they called it; all Rogues connected to the king under one banner. What was even more surprising was the casual mention throughout of the Royals being Lycans. No one in the room batted an eye at it, just accepted it like truth and enjoyed the stories. “Constable, I hate to interrupt; but are you saying all Royals for England were Lycans?” I had to know, a few cops snickering at the question, but Constable Myra just smiled and nodded her head.

Are you seeing this?!" the Lord exclaimed, "My cousin is back and she has a dragon with her!! How is this possible?! I thought dragons were extinct!" "So did I," Jarrod responded, "No dragon has been seen for centuries. And this one is helping the Princess. Then the legend must be true." "What legend? What are you talking about?" Ethan asked angrily. Jarrod began to explain the legend of the dragons... "Many years ago, dragons were common in our land. And all of them came to life the same way. They all were sons of the Queen Dragon. A human female that was the only one capable of giving birth to them." An image formed in Jarrod's mind; the Queen was kneeling on the ground, with a pregnant be

"This is insane! That story is thousands of years old! A child that forces every Alpha and King to bow?! A child destined to rule all realms and punish the wicked?! It’s a bedtime story told to scare young pups into doing chores!" "Stranger things have happened in our bloodline, Kaelen," Cassian chimed in softly, his eyes narrowing as he processed the truth. He looked at me, then at the shattered glass, his mind connecting the pieces. "If the First Royal bloodline truly fused with common earth... the dormant spark..." "Whether you choose to believe the legend or not does not matter right now," Valerius interrupted firmly, his silver eyes locking onto both of his men with absolute authority.

He’d given her that devil’s poison. It wasn’t just a drug. It was a legend in our world. The kind of name spoken in whispers over smoky tables, never aloud in daylight. A creation born from the darkest corners of the trade, a compound that blurred the line between lust and torment until they became the same thing. They said it didn’t simply touch the flesh, it owned it, rewired it.

It was just that in every story in the grimoire, they were never the good guys. Logan did not even answer, he just walked on with such emergence. The closer we got, the faster he walked. I was running at that point, the vampires holding Logan’s pace. To them it felt like a slow walk since they were naturally fast beings and there I was, jogging after Logan. It was an hour, a full hour to make it through to the royal court which was the exact opposite to where we were coming from. It had a wall separating it from the royal village.

There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here. In London, I'll be Logan Christian. I don't want to stand out in the crowd so I decided to just befriend a nerdy, lonely and weird girl named Amanda Estelle. I heard that she's actually the granddaughter of Elliot Estelle, one of the richest men in England but I don't really care. She's not as weird as I thought she would be, she's just building a wall with other people.