Royal Sword Academy Novels & Stories

Royal armor worn by generations of Moon Kingdom rulers. Kael walked toward a wooden display case near the center of the room. Inside rested an elegant sword unlike any Kieran had ever seen. Its silver blade shimmered softly beneath the light, while its hilt was engraved with crescent moons intertwined with flowering vines. "This belonged to my grandfather," Kael said quietly. "He carried it throughout his reign." Kieran studied the weapon respectfully. "It's beautiful." "It is." Kael carefully lifted the sword from its resting place. "But its greatest value isn't the steel."

From that day forward, they all became inner disciples of Purecastle. Kayne led Adrian away from the plaza toward a mountain. At the peak stood a massive stone sword, exuding an intense aura. This was Sword Peak, Kayne’s residence. As they walked, Kayne said, “The Cosmic Sword lineage excels in weapon forging and sword crafting. Our training methods reflect this tradition. Do you know why I chose you out of so many others?” Adrian replied with a smile, “Is it because I’m handsome?” “Hahaha, you’re quite the joker.” Kayne chuckled.

When Rion and Ludriev arrived, the other five masters seemed to be in a heated argument. "But wouldn't it be too dangerous? In this kind of time? Holding Immortal Apprentice Competition is just too risky!" The one who spoke was Shiori, a feminine-looking woman who was both graceful and beautiful. She taught mostly embroidery and cooking in the Academy besides the main subject of swordsmanship. This was the unique thing in Liebu Mountain Academy. All seven masters were teaching swordsmanship. The apprentices accepted in the Academy could choose to learn from whichever master they'd like to.

╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮ Greetings from the Olympia's Cup, Ruby Fridays. You are cordially invited to join, "The Archer's League," a training group, within the premises of Rozbite Lustro Academy. This is an exclusive group spearheaded by Killian Wilde, a student of the house & honor of Wanderlusters. The members are carefully chosen regardless of honors or houses, and regardless where you came from. The Headmistress noticed your skill with the bow and arrow, within your acts outside the school bounds, and wishes to give you the opportunity to represent your house as the head archer in the upcoming tournament.

“Tonight, we witness the formal induction of Mia as our Royal Beta, bound by loyalty to the pack, to our people, and to the future we strive to protect.” I could feel Christian’s reassuring hand resting lightly on my lower back as Dominic turned his attention to me. My heart raced slightly, not out of fear but from the weight of the responsibility that this moment held. I had fought for this pack, bled for it, and now I was about to pledge my unwavering loyalty to it for the rest of my life. Alpha Dominic handed me a ceremonial blade, its hilt engraved with ancient symbols of strength and unity. I glanced at Christian, who nodded, giving me the confidence I needed. My fingers wrapped around

DARK REALM ROYAL ACADEMY “We’re the only ones who can help you. Just say the word. Beg us.” A cold smile tugged at my lips, as I crossed my arms, and stared daggers at them. “Never.” I said, through gritted teeth. *** To ascend the throne of her kingdom, Natasha Jace must attend a royal academy. Grudgingly, she agrees to attend the academy, only to meet her sworn enemies who were also students there. The pompous prince of Shadowers; Kai, the prince of Paradisia; Kaleb, and the arrogant prince of Zandaya; Xavier.

I sniffed in, trying hard not to cry. Bulemia Royal Military Academy best known as BURMA was the first military college to be established in this continent, it schooled a lot of Lycan Royals who are currently ruling their countries, even those that were before them. It had the most sophisticated training instructors and facilities, for those who dream to become great generals and warriors, Lycans of gamma ranks, it was a dream come true but not for a feminine girl like me. I almost didn't like to do anything that stressed me.

Leo said with a bemused smile. “Is that the palace?” I asked, pointing to the structure in the distance. “Yes,” Leo replied, taking my hand. “These are the palace gardens. The pack village is behind the palace. There’s a small pond to the left that way.” He pointed off to the left. “The warrior training grounds are to the right. The royal grounds are also home to the Royal Werewolf School. It’s tucked away behind the palace, with the other pack houses and the dormitories. We’re quite proud of the school,” Leo said. “Wolves come from packs all around to attend it.”

This year was supposed to be my last and final year in the HOUSE OF DIVINE RITES before I was supposed to marry Zulu and be done with it. Elio was homeschooling but still we all usually finished school at 17 to 18 and got into war, hospitals, schools, political offices and such. I couldn't fathom what they were still teaching prince Vasska at 20. He sighed, as though speaking to a particularly stupid child. “Queen Nymera and the Council have ordered that you start school with me. At the Bloodwright Academy.” “The what?” I stared at him. “The Bloodwright Academy here at Halomore. It’s where the royals and the purest bloodlines study. You’ll take the placement test tomorrow morning so the peop

That was when one of the deputies named Piotr Hortell snapped coolly, "This won't just make our academy famous in Middleton, but we'll also earn the friendship of the Taran Sword Sect, the Jormonts, and the Larvics!" All the elders' eyes lit up, their breaths turning rushed in anticipation. "That's right!" Oars smiled. "We can then invite elders of the Taran Sword Sect to become honorary mentors in our academy. They'd be pleased to accept it!" "Sir…" Someone suddenly began. "If we killed Caleb, the Rags Scholar would—" "Hah! What would we have to worry about?!" Another elder snorted in disdain. "At that point, Rags Willow can't even protect himself!"