Royal Roads Novels & Stories

Clara mumbled and now Alex wanted to smash Edward to bring up this matter especially when he is hell mad with Clara. "Most important thing is, he never leaves me alone in the middle of the road whatever the reason may be." Rose's words brought Alex to reality. Shit shit. That was the reason this is brought into. He shouldn't even bother to check Clara who has the capacity to save herself. "He can bear losses of a million dollars but never leaves me in the middle of the road and asks me to get back home by cab" Rose crosses her hand dominantly as Alex tries to look away.

Chapter Ten Even the admonishment to herself that she shouldn’t consider the royal palace home couldn’t make it feel less like she was returning after a long absence to a welcome homecoming. The royal family had gathered to greet them, though she didn’t fool herself into believing that they were there for her. She was simply an accessory trailing behind the prince, but she was okay with that. Having them greet her in any other, more familiar way would mean they had realized there was something more to their relationship.

I was free then but now…… “Milady… Milady… Milady… “Reena was screaming from the yard. I groan what is it again? “Reena, what the…. “the opened the door in haste, she tried to catch her breath. “it your…. It your turn… Now and…. “breath Reena, breath, what is it?” “His….. “ “His Majesty, The King” I gasped when I heard the announcement, Reena gripped my hands. “That's it, Good luck “She then dropped my hands and left “Reena what are you……? “

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.

But the moment Rufus rolled down his window and they saw the royal crest, their bodies snapped to attention, they slightly bowed their heads in deep, instinctual respect to the princes sitting right next to me. With a collective nod, they vanished back into the trees as quickly as they had appeared. We turned off the straight main road, hitting a sharp bend that led into a beautiful private avenue. The rough gravel suddenly vanished, replaced by smooth, black concrete stone roads. Giant gum trees lined both sides of the drive, their thick branches weaving together high overhead to form a long, dark canopy that seemed to stretch on forever. Then, the dense trees finally cleared, and my breath

The Kingdom of Treiz immediately sent his reserved armies to the Royal Island. The Royal Isle of Los Angeles was a protectorate of Baltimore but open to all the Royal Families of the United Kingdom of Aseana. The place was a nice venue for royal family summer vacation because of its white beaches and a wide range of golf area. Our scholars have discovered that the island has the largest gold deposits in the history of man but we decided not to exhaust such minerals.

The palace stood in breathtaking elegance, its marble walls gleaming under the sunlight. The car of soon to be next royal monarch was surrounded by an entourage of black cars and motorcycles, escorting him with a precise, military-like coordination. The grounds are meticulously groomed, and royal guards in traditional uniforms stand at attention, a stark reminder of the centuries-old traditions Alpha Hudson now bound to uphold.

Dark gargoyles jutted out over the streets from so many of them, and every single one seemed to stare down at me as we drove past, like they already knew what was coming for me. After Hamburg, we slipped back into open countryside. Eventually we reached a towering fence, easily nine feet high, stretching out for what looked like a hundred yards or more, with a heavy steel gate dead center. The driver pulled up, must’ve entered a code, because the gate slid open slowly and we rolled onto the grounds of whatever estate the royals used as their headquarters.

“They can’t all reach the capital this fast.” Cassian looked grim. “They’re not traveling normally anymore.” The words sent chills through everyone. Kael’s gaze sharpened dangerously. “Explain.” Cassian hesitated briefly. Then quietly: “The old roads reopened.” Silence crashed heavily across the courtyard. Even Lucien looked shaken now. Magnus stepped backward slightly. “No.” Lyra frowned anxiously. “What old roads?” Cassian looked toward her. “The Moon Paths.” A pause. “Ancient routes used by the First Wolves before the empire fell.”

Because this time, he wasn’t walking back broken. He was walking back forged. And as the bus thundered closer to Royalty, Collins prayed with everything in him— That he wasn’t too late.