Royal Sword Academy Novels & Stories

“What do you mean I have been enrolled? I never said I wanted to. I do not wish to particpate.” Rune’s answering grin is nothing short of evil as he purrs, “Do to our royal status, there are events we cannot shy away from. The Interschool Game is one of them. It is required of all royals enrolled in the schools to participate.

Chapter 12 Courtney POV We left to prepare for the next test,it the Dance of Grace (All noble ladies learnt it since they were little,it a graceful dance that needs the use of your waist and hands) "Milady what are we supposed to do?" Reena was panicking "What? Is there any problem?"I asked confused. " You don't know the dance of grace,you never had chance to do learn it" "Oh! Is that it? I can just tell Her Highness,I can't do it" I shurg

So, when the Queen set her teacup down and said, “And about your training. You’ll train under Duke Alaric. Personally.” —I didn’t choke. I didn’t scream. I just blinked once, twice, and calmly said: “So… we’re doing that now. Okay.” Day One of Training. The royal castle’s training grounds were… dramatic. Open stone courtyard. Dueling platforms. Rows of wooden weapons that I absolutely had no intention of touching. Why? Because I have lightning. Why would I stab someone with a stick when I can electrocute their soul?

Much worse now that I know the truth about her. I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. “This was insane,” I muttered. Theo was walking around this school thinking his biggest problem was a stupid video. He had no idea people were planning to destroy his entire family. I stared down the empty pathway leading to the classroom area. And for the first time since I arrived at Hillsborough, I felt something close to fear. Because whatever Valecourt was… It was powerful enough to frame royals like the French family. It was powerful enough to decide who kept a crown and who lost it.

"The next time I am drunk and seduce you to sleep with me, reject me as though I am a diseased beast, do you hear me?! ...…. The clashing of swords filled the air mixed with clustered voices and high-pitched laughter. The Kingswood was bursting with activity. The distant chirping of birds in the woods was drowned out by the voices of the audience wagering coins. The canopies billowed softly in the cool forest breeze. The royal family sat in elevated chairs beneath the largest pavilion, with Ragaleon at the center, his queens clustered beside him. Selena was seated behind them under the same high-rank canopy, with Amilek seated to her left, his youthful face alight with curiosity.

"Really!? the king would be organizing such an event, and the princes would be making a team of their own. wow! Such a good way to make friends with royalty." "That not all, the king would also be giving the winner-team, more than a million cowries, and a chance to join the royal academy." "Gosh! That such a huge sum of money." "Are you even talking about the money, what about the opportunity to join the royal academy, Have you forgotten that once you graduate from the royal academy you can then become a sky warrior? Those people are the top warriors, they travel to other countries to conquer it, and establish a colony. Also, they are very rich.

said a courtier less fluent in his tongue, trembling from heel to his velvet cap "Yes, Marquis, it's an expensive price ...!" Paid with blood, which I managed to earn, your age, the tender one is a rose without a flower, your sword is a chosen one, but you don't know who held its handle years ago, if it is an ancient recluse? himself and calmly the king, and sat down with a satisfied air on the soft white silk pillows, which any great Lancasterian would have wished to sit on the high deck, but for fear of having fought with his enemies before to sit down, like a good knight to the sword, as was Henry, who did not give up until the coronation, until after he had killed them all.

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? 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.

The Royal Academy of Arvendale rose like a palace of learning, its sprawling stone wings connected by archways draped in ivy. Golden banners bearing the kingdom’s crest rippled from the high towers, and the morning sun washed the marble walls in warm light. The academy was not just a place of education—it was a proving ground for the future leaders, defenders, and power brokers of the realm.