Royal Roads Novels & Stories

"I'll show you to one of my favorite spots here in the south." They exit the left army's camp making a beeline towards the King's Road. From there, they pursue the setting sun, until two magnolia trees could be seen from a distance. Gradually, a pond could be seen, nestled in between the two yellow-bearing trees. Torches standing at the edges of the pond are engraved with the emblem of the Julien's royal house.

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...

(I just remembered Ravine is 25 now ksksksk) The wells and ponds still remained, nothing changed much except for the fact that car tyres didn't go through mud and dirt anymore. It was a cemented road, just this one which connected to many important and royal places like guesthouses and other facilities of the royals. My heart was pounding out of my chest. We were nearing to the palace. To my surprise, all my royal relatives were stationed outside. Gerrard might have informed them. After all, Gerrard is the royal advisor to the whole of Eulandia. People ought to have immense respect for him.

The palace was a buzz of activities with the servants, cooks and guards moving about to ensure that all was ready before the arrival of the guests who were mainly chiefs and nobles. Phoenix walked through the ever-bustling street of King’s road. The King’s road was so-called because it was a direct passage to the king’s castle. She was on a mission to collect Jumi’s robe, a special present from Queen Merea, from the royal weaver. Her cloak was around her shoulders as she hurried on, she was supposed to have collected the cloth since the early hours of the morning but the head servant had tasked her with the duty of cleaning the kitchen storage room and peeling the ingredients required to pre

Just does Andy started to feel restless the footman sound of the horn and her parents took up the lead as they moved out to start the ride. The Route for this ride was always the same it never changed from visit to visit. She could practically ride it in her sleep. As the party moved out of the gates of the high royal palace they would turn left and head up over the Cliffs and then down through Cernunnous’s Forrest.

In my words, this was what he owed me, so he should make amends properly. "Well, during this period of time, I had someone investigate all the Eastfort Roads. There are a total of fifty-two roads with this name across the country, and among them, thirty-something roads have either undergone renovations, changed their names, or been requisitioned. After a long search, I finally managed to confirm that the Eastfort Road Priscilla mentioned is now located in the present Hampton.

Even my heartbeat sounded like a beating drum. Despite my fears, no one stopped me, no one questioned me. I reached the front where the drivers usually waited. Two of them stood nearby, talking quietly. They straightened slightly when they saw me. “Prince Rowan.” I nodded. “I need a car.” They exchanged a glance. “Where to, sir?” “Emerald and Scarlet.” Again, they glanced at each other. “Do you have clearance?” one of them asked carefully. “I was sent.” “By who?”

All royal employees had received ten days of leave, and local streets were closed to vehicles except for the main roads to prevent any accidents during the festivities. In the midst of this joy, three sleek cars rolled into the kingdom's final village, nestled against towering mountains and lush greenery that carried the rich, earthy scent of pine and wildflowers. The remote settlement felt worlds away from the capital's splendor, yet the spirit of celebration had reached even here.

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

He nod head and drove off. I walked to the front of the building, staring at the top of the building “ROYAL ACADEMY”. A car honked beep beep “ quit staring and move out of the way” the driver shouted. “ shit sorry” she shouted back. Walking into the building, the entrance is so beautiful and elegant, it is painted with a dark blue and red color, the reception office is by side and other side lead down the hall. Walking up to the reception office, a lady in deep green and white was behind the desk