Novel & Cerita The Royal Swordsmen

The purple light from his palms crawled from its hilth into its clear, sharp shaft until the tip, emitting purple smoke around its whole length. But King Astius didn't fear it. In fact, he looked like nothing would scare him now. Without hesitation, he thrusted the sword forward. King Marcellus twitched his sword for a bit and eagerly countered the attack. King Astius was surprise at his strength. He was only using one hand while the other one with the whip was still pinning King Ambrose on air yet he possessed an unbelievable strength. Their weapons kept clashing hard against each other and neither of them wanted to slow down or slack off. Both were desperate to claim the prize of honor and

They must be expecting a bigger price. "Yes. Your swords has the ensign of your kingdoms as royalties. I want to add it to my collection." I bit my lower lip as I looked at the princes. How could I have a heart to fail them? They hava taken so much pains just to get to this point. And thinking about the very kind queen that reminds me of my own mother… How can I fail her?

"This Tizona sword is very heavy but my father entrusted it to me. I must not disappoint him. I know that he will despise me once I failed!" Prince Arthur raised the Tizona sword in the skies. "I am Prince Arthur, the only son of the King of Alabama. I take pride in my sword and I shall defeat you with this!" When the lion arrived in front of Prince Arthur, he attacked using his marvelous triangular fencing skill, then the lion vanished into thin air.

Alpha Hayden moved over to the bed and drew her down, then pushed her out of the room. "Stop this please. Where are you taking me to? Isn't it too early for it?" She complained, trying to to stop moving…but Alpha Hayden drew her into his brother's room and pushed her to the ground. He unsheathed his sword and placed it on his neck. It is known to everyone in the pack that the sword being held by the Alpha's ruling the clan is one which can take one's life no matter who the person is. The secret behind those swords given to the royal family by the moon goddess is still hidden to everyone.

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

Over my dead, freshly humiliated body. There is no damn way Celestia is getting introduced before me. As I near the pack building, I pause. It’s heavily guarded. That’s new. Four warriors stand like statues, and two of them wear royal uniforms — black coats embroidered with gold thread, swords strapped to their sides like they actually know how to use them. Royal guards. Celestia’s loyal little watchdogs. As I get closer, the two royal guards step into my path like I’m some uninvited pest.

Chapter Ten Even the admonishment to herself that she shouldn’t consider the royal palace home couldn’t make it feel less like she was returning after a long absence to a welcome homecoming. The royal family had gathered to greet them, though she didn’t fool herself into believing that they were there for her. She was simply an accessory trailing behind the prince, but she was okay with that. Having them greet her in any other, more familiar way would mean they had realized there was something more to their relationship.

It was my father’s blood. My heart began pounding very fast. Fury rose like fire in my chest. I thought of reasons to control myself but the simple truth made my thoughts tear apart. This blade was a royal weapon and only certain people carried royal weapons. I understood the rules of the palace weapons. Only four people ever held that dagger: my father, my mother,Caine, and me. The Royal Lycan’s blade was a symbol and a tool. Its edge was made to kill what normal steel could not. It had an antidote and a counter-salve kept in the royal room. It was not for rogues or any other wolf. It was only for blood and rule.

If one's noble household became one of the 'shields', it meant that you were bound to protect all the members of the royal lycan family. There were other noble households that became the 'swords' and 'spears'. A noble household becoming a 'sword' meant that you could be ordered by the royal lycan family to assassinate someone or you are in need to fight on behalf of the royal lycan family. If someone became a 'spear', it meant you were going to be sacrificed and prepared to be killed. The Waevalon Kingdom also had swords, shields, and spears' noble households. They also applied what they had. However, they were not revealing on their crest what type of weapons were they for the royal lycan f

Especially under the current high alert security detail he and Noah are running between them. “What…What do you want Evelyn?” He gently asks, a man wanting the best for his mate. I take in his charming smirk…oh he knows what I want. He stands up, pulling something up with him that had been by his side. How did I not notice it? “What is that doing here?” I ask, looking down at the royal sword with disdain for what it represents to me. “I’ve ordered for all my warriors to have them on person, as part of their armour…what?” Reuben’s thought process was innocent but it couldn’t stop the anger rising in the back of my throat.