Royal Sword Academy Novels & Stories

The Royal training ground was the one meant for those of the Royal blood, where archery, swordry, and other martial arts skills were taught. "Okay...I still don't understand, princess. Why exactly are you going there?" She asked again, looking more curious. "Oh, just for a few things. You don't need to worry about it, Maddie. Could you get me Beta Harold one please?" I pleaded with her and she agreed, but she still looked skeptical about the whole thing. She was suspecting me too, knowing fully well what I could do. I left the house casually, my parents were not around in the pack, they had gone for a very important occasion immediately after breakfast so I took the chance.

All thanks to my face. EclipsarumElite Sancta Royal Institute, as its name goes, was a well-known school that just anyone can’t think of attending. It was meant for just the royals. It was an institution that was founded by the Pack Alpha’s lineage, and the only ones allowed in the school are the elites, as its name says. The kids of the elders, ministers, councils, and Royal guards, not a single commoner was allowed into the school.

It would be a powerful symbol of alliance, a declaration that the Blue Tower stood behind Princess Ladia and her cause. Beyond the Green family's formidable presence, two other individuals stood out from the crowd, their names whispered with a mixture of awe and anticipation. Viscount Raphael, a young instructor at the Royal Academy, had recently ascended to the forefront of public discourse. His mastery of close-range combat was legendary, his skills honed to a razor's edge. His appointment as a teacher at the prestigious Royal Academy, the pinnacle of military education in the kingdom, was a testament to his exceptional talent. He was a rising star, a name that echoed with promise and pote

The sword in Lucas' hands was too powerful. That sword naturally had a name. It was called the Immemorial Dragon Sword. As far as the members of the Breaking Swordsmanship Organization were concerned, a single glance at this sword would cause them to lose all chance of survival. "Junior...." The Breaking Swordsmanship Organization's Master gnashed his teeth, saying, "So what if you possess such a powerful sword? Don't forget that this is Breaking Swordsmanship Organization!" Lucas still didn't say anything. He only held up the Immemorial Dragon Sword.

Fame overnight while bodies bled out in the streets. Shani took this moment in her life, and she dedicated herself to the spear and created the [Black Tortoise Spearmenship]. A very defensive spear style that relied on counterattacks. Most of Chadel preferred Callum's swordplay, and he taught anyone that wished to learn his style. Yet after being intoxicated and forced to make love with a noble daughter. He had no choice but to marry her. A noble trap and the start of the Royal family.

I pulled the two-door opened, revealing the big library full of old books collection from constitutional law, to fine arts, to modern fiction. “That crest?” She pointed at the coat of arms covering the wall. “My family’s.” My lips dried. I swallowed down my nervousness. I didn’t know where to start if she ever pried. “Nice knight armor. Very medieval.” I chuckled. “I guess you saw like this in a museum.” “Yeah, but nothing like this so real and polished.” She ran her finger on the sword’s hole in the chest. “I thought a sword wouldn’t penetrate a steel.”

At first look, the sword seem to be normal long cleaver sword in a fancy holster. Leonard asks Rio’s permission to touch it. Rio nodded to his consent and so Leonard picked up the sword. It was heavier than a normal sword, Leonard asks incur if it would be possible for Rio to wield this without being killed first. Incur laughed at him and said that the sword is special, that it knows its rightful owner. He added that only the king can pull out the sword from the holster. Leonard was challenged and had an idea to try if he was telling the truth.

"Well this is interesting" He seems suddenly excited. I swat his hands away as his eyes darken. He's mind-linking. Suddenly a man steps in holding a dagger. "Don't get me wrong, it's a pretty little mark. A crown to represent the Prince- soon to be King. But the thing is, Miss Turner, he won't be the King" I watch as he waves the dagger in front of my face. My eyes follow the path of the blade as it moves just in front of me face. My mark actually begins to tingle with pain. "As of tonight, your mate's pack will die"

As they were walking around, Raoul subconsciously stopped when he saw a weapon shop selling swords and various other weapons that looked pretty. His gaze was focused on a slender sword with an extremely sharp-looking blade. Although the sword Ariana had given him was no less beautiful and sharp, it was already starting to be too small for Raoul, who was in his growth period. Raoul had been taught how to judge the quality of a sword by Valencia. And he immediately knew that the beautiful-looking sword has excellent quality.

They all surround part of the tiny planks ring while the royal families are seated on a specific side. The two men enter the ring with swords. "Start!" the king declares. They draw their swords. The sound of the sword clinching is loud. They try to give each other a hit, but their swordsmanship is spectacular, it's like two equal beasts fighting. Watching the struggle between these two, one can see the majesty in their fighting, each strike well demarketed and delivered. After serial trials, Kidron manages to scratch Adams, who stumbles but doesn't fall. With the pains, he still wields and threw Kidron on the ground away from his sword.