Novel & Cerita Royal War

That was her first mistake. The Werewolf Warlord smelled her before he saw her—iron, night-blooming flowers, old power. Hunger twisted through him, sharp and furious, but he did not shift. He never did when it mattered. They were enemies by history. They were royalty by birth. They were tired of pretending the war hadn’t already hollowed them out. Neither spoke of desire. They spoke of borders. Of casualties. Of exhaustion. When he stepped closer, the moon dragged at his blood.

Brian took out a piece of paper and read from it. “For this round, we would be playing the game of... Chess” and there were applause and cheers from the people. The game of chess was one of the games the royals in the werewolf clan enjoyed. In this game, the wisdom of the kings are being tested. The way the game is played amongst the royals are quite different. They do not move the piece themselves but have two 9f their guards do the moving. The game is played with a giant pieces of chess and it has it’s markings on the floor.

Astreae questioned to which Aurora nodded remembring the time she used to watch those ceremonies while she used to return from work but never got the chance to watch it properly due to fear of being late. Shaking her head Aurora get those memories out of her head before she looked at Astreae for her to continue. " In the same way we werewolves also have some rituals but us Royals we have a bit different rituals from others werewolves." Astreae explained. " For a Royal wedding, we have six rituals which we must follow at any cost. They're being followed for ages and passed on to us by our ancestors. It's said that these rituals are made by the first Lycan to ever step on the earth and hasn't

He marches towards me and picks me up, placing me back on the bed “I warned you, I will mark you if you keep disobeying me” Squeezing my lips together into a thin line and furrowing my brow, he raises an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to say something “I really am the last one of my kind” it was not what he was expecting me to say Daryl nods his head at me “You are” "What does this Royalty thing mean?" "It means that there were once some very powerful wolves, these wolves were known as Royals and truth be told, no one actually knew why." He stands up and walks to the door, carefully closing it. "The Royal blood line was a force in itself"

“Be it the royal family or other forces, as long as anyone can kill you, the white tiger royal family will reward them with a pseudo holy tier warcraft, a nine-star mecha, a Draig Pill, and a stone of path order.” The corner of Philip's mouth twitched uncontrollably. Jay was very generous with this reward. Even Philip felt like turning himself in, not to mention other people. Even the nine royal families did not have many warcraft of the pseudo holy tier. Although a nine-star mecha was not rare, the mecha produced by the white tiger royal family surpassed other royal families', and it was not cheap. Moreover, there was the Draig Pill, which could help a practitioner breach eight stars to ach

While the majority was still sleeping in their houses, the royal family are preparing for a bloody war. I remember so well what went on in the meeting I had with the royal family. The Alpha King wants to add more army of wolves to the mansion. I told them no need. The less wolves involved in the war, the less casualties we have. When I explained to the Alpha King about my simple plan he was mind blown and he agreed right away to implement my war strategy. Now that I have full control of the situation, victory is possible, unless something goes wrong... Time to inform others that the enemy has arrived!

The Royal’s Oath is a sacred magical vow exclusive to the Were royal bloodline, binding the speaker to their word with an unbreakable force. Once sworn, the Oath manifests as a sigil—glowing silver script that appears on the royal’s skin and fades once the promise is fulfilled. It is a mark of power, trust, and absolute authority. It was once a power that dates back to the first Were kings, who wielded it to command loyalty from their subjects and assure them that they are worthy of their loyalty and reverence.

she scolded. “I am not a kid!” I pointed out not liking that she is scolding me even in my twenty fifth year. “Yes! Which means you need to be careful before doing anything. We are the Royals so need to act like them.” she mumbled frowning at me. “Your both grandparents were the Royals, Mom. We are just normal people.” I commented, staring at her. “Is it so? Then why do you always say ‘I am the Prince of Ivaan’ to everyone for doing some normal corporate businesses?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

I chipped, feigning an expression of disinterest as I tapped my fingers lightly on the gold throne, meeting their beady wolf eyes squarely as my heart pounded furiously in my chest. The large werewolves exchanged glances between themselves, their bright yellow eyes widened slightly hen I gulped almost reflexively. I locked eyes with the pimply-faced scribe, watching him snap his eyes away as the three mages spoke again. “The one with the destiny’s moonstone, Raya Banks, Your Highness.” The High Mage growled, his muscled body of white fur rippling slightly as I pretended to think it over, taking the time to scratch a calculative finger at my jaw.

“I guess the Queen didn’t bother to tell you that was the reason she never found her mate.” “But the King is her mate.” “No another royal flaw.” she giggled. “You see most royal women are auctioned off to the house, you either become Queen or a Princess.” “But I thought my baby is his, so he's my mate!” I growled wanting to grab at her but I couldn’t move. “And the claws I had claws.” “No that was all smoke and mirrors, you see Marcus knows a lot about the area, so it was easy to make things seem like it happened but you’ve been fooled.”