The Royal Swordsmen Novels & Stories

Speaking of sweat he looked like he had been out battling with pigs. Even in the mist of the dirt and sweat the fourth Prince still shone out like a glitter of Gold. The fourth prince. The one who is known to be as a ruthless and a merciless prince. The one who doesn’t blink an eye when killing an enemy or someone who has offended him. It was the same prince whom she just tainted a royal cloak! She was in deep trouble and no one was coming forth to nab her out of it. The maidens she was with making their way to the kitchen had suddenly disappeared leaving her to face the beast alone. Not one single person in the room moved or spoke a word as they watched the scene unfold.

Next day at Tryus kingdom... They prepare for the war that will bring total control over all kingdoms. "Bring more knights from other conquered kingdoms and station them in ambush mode,"the king said to the commander. "Take!"the king said, giving his officials;the warlords and commander glowing swords. "The swords have unimaginable abilities ,they are the only swords that can penetrate the armor of the Persia king and his officials,"the king explained to them. "Now ,be prepared, Persia kingdom will cease to exist as from today,"the king said with an evil laugh.

I admit. I do not really spend much of my time watching the Court's fashions. I have spent the last few years just trying to survive.The last couple of months has really been even more intense when it comes to my focus on other subjects. I have been so focused on coming up with a plan to steal the crown. "Red is considerend a royal color to some and a demonic color to others. What reason could you have to like the color red? Are you royal or are you a demonic worshiper?" One of the knights say to me.

If he really wanted her, why wouldn’t he try to take her, especially when she was throwing herself at him? “Your Majesty, the Blackswords are almost here,” Asher informed him through mindlink. After that, Julian prepared himself to greet the guests. Blacksword was the strongest pack outside of the royal pack, and they had always been trying to challenge the royal family. Even though they tried to hide their true intentions, Julian was well aware of their ambitions.

"Run like a sacred dog?" He opened a chest and pulled out his father's sword, the blade that once conquered the kingdom. The steel gleamed, sharp and untouched by time. "My father built this kingdom with strength, not with a sweet mouth," Kael said. Running his thumb along the edge. Blood welled on his skins. He strapped the sword to his belt and faced "his men, forty royal warriors, young and old." "Tonight we ride to Shadowwood," Kael announced. "In a year, we return to take back what is ours." "Those who stand with me will be rewarded."

The sword did not touch anyone but seemed to have cut something. Those who were still in a frenzy just now gradually calmed down, and Philip backed down. The rest was not up to him anymore. Although the fight continued, a group of people slowly pulled away from the crowd. Only a few managed to snatch a sword. These people wore the uniforms of the White Marsh royal family, and they were also the ones who encouraged those people to steal swords from others. After being used as cannon fodder, the target shifted for a while, and the ancient dragon faction attacked the White Marsh faction.

It was a horrifying sight. The eight swordsmen did not even blink after seeing what happened. They all came to the deck instantly before swinging their longswords once again. Booooom! The aura of the swordsmen’s attacks formed an immense, terrifying pressure. Even the deck seemed to be collapsing because of their actions. Akio came outside with a warm smile on his face, holding his teacup. “Sir York, these are the Shindan Way’s Sons of Raiden! “I taught them myself to serve the Emperor himself.

He cried, and murmurs of surprise and relieved noises went through the crowd as some of the maidens turned back shyly to look at me, before snapping their heads away when I met their eyes. “But alas! I shall teach you a few mighty tricks with your sword and now. Ready your armor!” Gordon thundered and a current went through the crowd as the maidens and maid men swirled their swords through the air, turning them in neat little arcs above their heads and clanging the metals together as they dueted in the expansive space of my chambers. Target practice. That was what my royal room had been reduced to. I sighed heavily, running a hand through my tousled hair and watching the workers dance and gl

Agnil's thunderous voice boomed, shaking the surroundings. "Soldiers, get set!" The bodyguards charged into the crowd, navigating through the sea of people like a serpent. Agnil drew his sword, his eyes blazing with fury, and joined the fray. A hidden dagger provided an extra layer of protection against unexpected threats. The queens watched anxiously from a distance as the secret slayers clashed with the king's soldiers and bodyguards. The king's sons rushed into battle, wielding their swords. The air was filled with the deafening sounds of clashing steel and the cries of the wounded; victims, and the brave.

And so, the sly princess Cordelia spoke up imperatively, "Dear sister-in-law, I understand that this actions of mine might go against your heritage and the customs of your mother's household, but don't you think that by displaying the beautiful ethos of the Ronales, you would be earning respect and admiration to you ducal house rather than disgrace? I mean look at me, the royals are not allowed to exhibit the Royal swordplay in front of public, but I felt we should not confine such an exquisite foil-work only to the royal family and hence exhibited my skills to my peers. And now, I've earned so much recognition and admiration from everyone. I have become a social butterfly, contributing the