Royal Sword Academy Novels & Stories

Then, the man rushed up toward her with his sword in hand. The man’s speed was rapid. It was as if he were a bolt of lightning. He was undoubtedly a swordmaster. His longsword was like a roaming dragon, emitting a cold blade of energy. Every swipe was aimed to kill. Olympias could perceive her opponent’s strength. She kept using the two battle axes in her hands to hold back the man’s attacks. Their blades clashed against one another with resounding clanks. In the end, it was Olympias, who was one of the Five Kings of Regal Palace, who was forced to retreat.

“I am not.” “You are.” Elena rolled her eyes and caught the sword before twirling it once in her hand. “You invited me here to learn a sword style, not attend a royal meeting.” “The Lily Dance is more important than most royal meetings,” Elaine replied as she stepped into the center of the yard. Seeing Elena's expression, she sighed. “I'm serious. The Lily Dance has been passed down through generations of Lycoria's strongest warriors. Every form carries a lesson, and every lesson was paid for in blood.”

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

It glowed brighter with every passing second. "I'm sorry, Commander." Blue light surrounded his body. "I can't." The pendant transformed into his radiant sword. Gasps spread through the ranks of the Royal Guards. "The Royal Blade..." "So the prince intends to fight." Commander Rylan closed his eyes briefly before drawing his own weapon. "Then forgive me." The battle began. Steel clashed against enchanted light. Kael moved with incredible speed, disarming one soldier after another without delivering fatal blows. Every strike showed years of royal training.

' It was the softest term to be given to Hayden who loved to take pride in stealing other people's work! The prize given by the royal family to participants who get a high-value bounty is in the form of magic artifacts stored in the royal treasury. This year, Hayden took out a sword made of magic stone from the royal treasury. Many believe that the sword is a sword that was used by a famous general in the past who won the war between kingdoms so that he could claim the land of the Drachentia Kingdom. Although this truth has not been confirmed yet, there is a certain pride in winning the prize.

The man had a very dark history among us commons. It is known that the blood of royals is immortal. Meaning, once you’re a royal, wedded to a royal and sealed by blood covenant or born of a royal. You would live eternally. There was only one plant, of which its name is always only known by the King and the Chief Healer of the castle, could kill a royal. It is said its venom is slid into the hilt of a dagger and when it is very necessary, the royal would be stabbed directly in his/her heart to put an end to their lives.

King Padas told the guard who was practicing with his daughter to pass him his sword, which the guard gladly did. He taught Aishwarya the royal sword moves for close to thirty minutes. "Only a true Maharaja can do this sword move. It is in our blood and if you show this sword moves to the world, they will know you belong to the Royal family of Maharaja." He told his daughter. "Hope you are happy sweetheart?" "Yes Papa. When coming back buy me vanilla ice cream." "Okay." He kissed her on the forehead then left her to go and meet Lady Meera.

He turned and was shocked to see the lamp on the floor. Clara stood there throwing the lamp to show her anger. "Is there anything I said wrong?" Alex raised his eyebrows confused by her actions. "Who are you to give me the freedom to do whatever I want?" Clara asked as she crossed her arms in a dominating way. This girl surely possesses royal blood by birth. The way she speaks and her manners show her status and Alex surely was impressed by her attitude.

The air carried the sweet, heady scent of life in full bloom, mirroring the profound joy that had taken root within the royal family. In the royal training courtyard, sunlight streamed through the open arches, illuminating the soft grass where Prince Aether Draven, now five years old, stood with a small wooden practice sword in his hands. His dark curls bounced as he swung the blade with enthusiastic determination, mimicking the forms Lucien had shown him. His golden eyes, flecked with delicate silver, sparkled with concentration and the bright curiosity that defined him.

she replied excitedly. She was a very talkative and bubbly girl, unlike me. She had turned eighteen just a few months ago, and since she was our little princess, we had all decided that she wouldn't attend the Royal Academy. As popular and prestigious as the Royal Academy was, I knew the truth about it, and I didn't want my little sister going there. In the end, she was enrolled in Luna Academy, an elite school exclusively for girls. Only daughters from Alpha, Beta, and Gamma families could attend. The academy also prepared them for their future roles as Lunas.