Novel & Cerita Royal War

"Why don't you start by telling me what a royal is and why you think I am one." He took the cap off his beer and took a long draught. He looked like he was about to cry. It was so stupid. This guy was a bodybuilder, probably close to three hundred pounds, and acted like some sniveling, downtrodden, bullied... just thinking about it ticked me off. No one should be made to feel how this guy was feeling. I couldn't imagine a life like his. "A Royal is born a werewolf. Royals shift faster than bitten wolves. They have more control over their shifts. They can control themselves mid-shift, reversing the shift even."

"But he has a lover here and there? I don't think that's right even if you're royalty." "Geez, you're very ignorant. It's common for royalty to have many affairs since they're strengthening their connections to have greater and solid supporters. That's their way of gaining more power and it's nothing new." The imperial knights just shook their heads as they follow the Prince to guard him along with his lover within the woman's residence.

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

So before Elijah could act, it immediately grabbed the sword, and Elijah was about to forcefully pull it out of the monster's grasp but before he could do that, it suddenly turned to dust. The beast's iron armor clattered to the floor as they fell and its dust scattered across the floor. The sentinels became even more silent in shock. Elijah frowned. If his suspicion is correct, everyone who touches the sword except him will die. The sacred weapon is something that not everyone can touch. Only the rightful king of Wysteria can touch the sword and the rest will turn into ashes and will never be able to be reborn again.

"The Eastern wild is a territory unregulated by the Treaty of Silver. It is ruled by the Rogue Coalitions—packs that have rejected the fated mate system entirely, choosing to breed through brutal, martial selection to manufacture high-yield warriors. They view our entire royal structure as an administrative anomaly that must be systematically erased." "They think that because the Great Divide is steep, the Crown will not risk a crossing," Natalia whispered, a cold, calculated smile touching her lips as her inner queen wolf let out a slow, menacing purr in her soul. Beta Vance entered the war room, his face pale from raw exhaustion, carrying a thick leather dossier bound with heavy silver twi

Royal said. "I wasn't speaking to you Royal, you will only speak when you see spoken to." Isaac told him facing him before returning his gaze to his niece, his one eye sparking in delight. "So what do you say my dear niece, hand over the throne to me and go and live your life as it pleases with your murderer or, let him go and choose another mate who will be found worthy to sit on the throne." He added. Though, he knew River has no one else if she chooses to let go of Royal. "There will be a great war between every King and Queen of the entire Supernatural against you and your wolf god." He added. "There shall be no war." River repeated the words Royal said. "No one is going to a war." She a

But when they came in waves like this, even a True Warrior elite would be forced into a retreat when they might lose their lives. Harvey let out a sigh. "This is much more powerful than things like the Royal Flushes and the Rainstorm Needles." Clarion nodded. "They're meant for different environments. Rainstorm Needles and Royal Flushes are small and easy to carry, and there's no limits to its use. But the Warsong? Not only does it have plenty of limits, but it's also quite costly. We wouldn't have brought it out if it wasn't because of an emergency."

“What exactly is a royal duel? Is it such a big deal that royals and nobilities would be called?” “It’s a duel between royals, luna. It can only be requested by a royal to a royal, and the two parties involved decide the rules and conditions of such duels.” “So, it is a big deal.” “Honestly, in history, no female royal had ever been challenged, so I hope that prince Hikari’s request will be turned down with no issues. But… it’s also a matter of alpha’s and pack’s prestige because challenging you is equal to challenging him and the entire pack, given prince Hikari’s rebellious nature. It’s a little complicated this time, but please do not worry. I am sure alpha will get you out of it.”

The royals seem like an interesting lot of people. "The last royal mate couple who was ambushed by the rogue and were murdered brutally," elder Raoul continues to explain with a hint of sadness in his tone. "Oh! I didn't know," I exclaim trying to connect it with the appearance of a witch spy in our school. "What do you know about the royal wolves?" Elder Alarick asks making me think. "I only know that a large number of wolves were killed in the royal war that is when the rogues attacked the royals in an ambush and that today, there is no living royal among us." I tell them.

“Julian is… entertaining. The typical story everyone would like. But Rowan?” I paused deliberately, rolling my eyes in a flirtatious manner. “Rowan is legacy.” Camilla blinked. “Legacy?” “He’s literally royalty,” I said. “The second son of the English royal family. That’s not just a regular status… that’s history.” Chloe tilted her head. “You don’t even like all that royal pressure stuff.” “I don’t,” I agreed. “But If it is with Rowan, it's different.” Julian is best for attention, but Rowan wasn't the type to get involved with it.There was something far more compelling about someone who carried weight quietly. He held himself like he didn’t need anyone’s approval. Which meant winning his at