Anastasius Ii Novels & Stories

"His name is Max." "Max?" Christian repeated the name, trying to connect it with Maximilan. "Max who?" "Max Stone," Anastasia replied with a sweet smile on her face and continued to play the piano as if what she had just said was normal. Christian was silent, Max Stone? Is Maximilian using another identity? ***

"Why is it so important to you?" Valerina glared at me with those big blue eyes. "I'm leaving," she said and began to get up, but I pulled her back by the wrist. "Alright if you must," I said and turned to look at her directly. "I am the youngest daughter of Czar Nicolas Romanov. My name is Anastasiya Nikolaevna Romanova, and I am a Grand Duchess and Imperial Princess of Russia."

one of the elders snapped. “It’s a new era, old man. My game, my rules.” These were the elders who were loyal to Leo. They would rather die than join hands with me. And I would be so grateful to carry out their wish. “There are procedures to the Throne. Alpha Leonardo is still alive. And he is the authority,” Another stupid old man spoke.

I take in a deep breath of his sent and immediately bow my head. "Y-your majesty" I said with my head down and my neck tilted, afraid that he might a have my head for invading his space. His auroa is strong, stronger than any Alpha out there and forcing me into submission. "Don't" He says. "Your majesty?" I am not sure exactly about what he said. "Do not bow to me" he said clarifying. "But why, your majesty?" I dare to ask. "Elijah." "Elijah.." That's his name, of course it is. His name is known throughout the world and amongst the Lycan race. "I am sorry sire, but I am not worthy enough to call you by your first name."

He stands stark naked in front of me. "Now kneel," he speaks with authority. I kneel and a hiss escapes me when he grips my hair once again into his fist and makes me face him. I peer at him. The grip on my hair is not painful after that. It is firm. And I swear on my life the view of him from here looks even better. He is standing in front of me like a Greek God. Not Apollo or Adonis but Zeus himself. He is looking so hot. His tanned abs are calling me like crazy. I won't mind licking every inch of him.

“That does not make it less insane.” “No,” Viktor clasped his hands behind his back as we walked. “But the Romanov bloodline has no direct heir after Nikolai. The council has been worried about that for years.” “I gathered that from the part where they found a wolfless woman from a disgraced family and decided she would make a convenient uterus,” I said, and Viktor’s jaw tightened. “That was not how everyone viewed the arrangement,” he said, but he did not argue. That made me like him a little more. “If you had told them the truth,” Viktor continued, “they would have watched the two of you much more closely.”

"Stefano." I nodded. "And the guy who calls himself Tanner?" "Antonio." Wow. My suspicion had been spot-on. "Tell Mariano that we're done. I don't need his men following me around." He shifted in his seat. "Don said you should talk directly to him about this." "I don't want anything to do with a murderer." I said fiercely.

In the archaic painting, the two men wearing ancient clothes were standing so close to each other and smiling cheerfully at her cold face, like her grave countenance was some kind of joke. Natalia turned back to meet their puzzled faces waiting for an answer. "The period when my ancestor, the first Emperor of Astheria, Don Pablo Santiana banished his old friend, Don Grantino Rodriguez was in the year 1499..."

She looked at it and nodded, pushing it back to him “and it seems like the two of us have a common enemy” “I believe that makes the two of you” Anastasia said pointing at me and Vladimir. The Italian was a man that none of us as Russian families dealt with. He was a man of money, and betrayal. He knew no friend and of course, trusted no one, in return he was not trusted either.

Anastacius spoke sparing a glance at the person who stood there a few meters away from the scene. There stood Eros glaring at the woman who kneeled down there begging. He was furious, even though he saw his childhood friend crying and asking for help he didn't move an inch and stood like a rock staring at her with rage. For him, she deserves everything she's facing and he doesn't feel guilty for not helping her at all. "I don't want you to even think of insulting Daphne anymore. Cut her tongue off." Anastacius gestured while taking slow steps to the empty chair in the middle of the hall and sat majestically crossing his legs one over other.