Dis Pater Roman God Novels & Stories

Thaddeus spoke up and asked the question that everyone else had been wondering about. “Well, for the longest time it was just legend. Nobody ever thought that it happened. So, it was forgotten. But if what Levi told me was correct and Roman was made of both wolf and vampire coupling then born under a blood moon, he would be the ultimate weapon. He would be loyal so those that are close to him would be protected with every fiber of his being. But when pushed he would essentially become unstoppable. “ Everyone stopped to turn and look at Roman. Essentially my mate, my man, was a god. His body always reminded me of one and now. Now, I could see his god like qualities and it made me smile.

One by one we each use the same cloth before Pastor bows his head "Patre Caelesti..." he begins in Latin, but I hear his words in English, "Holy Father...give us your mighty strength and your sacred essence so that we may conquer the unclean demon now residing within our realm." He finishes, raising a hand to his forehead then across his shoulders and down.

He cracked a very Roman-like smile at me. An infectious one that I couldn't help but return. "So..." I started, "David, huh?" Roman smiled weakly. "My real birth name. Roman represents strength and... power, both things I needed for my task in Woodfell. But David, it means 'beloved'." "King David did a lot of terrible things in the Bible." I spoke in a soft voice, making sure to look him in the eye. "He was also a man after God's heart." Roman spoke. "Worthy of redemption..."

“Exactly. Was it sneaky? Yes. But he was trying to protect you. That’s all Roman ever does. He would never want someone else to be put in harms way if he could help it. Especially his mate.” She shivered slightly at the use of the word mate. “Something wrong?” he asked. “That word. It’s archaic sounding.” “It’s shortened for soulmate. Endymion wanted you together for a reason, and so he brought you two together.” “Endymion?” “The Moon God. You might know him as the man in the moon.” “I know about him because of all the temples. I don’t actually know anything about werewolf religion.”

" Mom opened her arms and pulled us all in a hug. I must admit, though. I was feeling very jumpy a while ago, but now I am in her warm embrace. My heart appears to have calmed down. Ever since we were kids, Mom was around most of the time. So it's safe to say that we took her mostly. But, dad, I don't want to talk about him. He was never around us, so why the hell should I ever care about that dirtbag? Not a single 'Hi' or 'What's up' to his own family. The gist of it is that I despise him. Soon dinner was over, and after cleaning up and washing the dishes,. We were all set to say good night until we heard the doorbell go crazy.

I chant. "He'll be fine" ma Gloria assured me again. I nodded and closed my eyes, then began to pray in my heart.. nothing must happen to my Thanatos.. or I'll stop believing in God! * * Writer's pov Chicago.. sir Roman's resident! Sir Roman sat on a sofa in his living room, with a remote on his left hand and a cigarette on his right hand. He took a deep sip of his cigarette and puffed out the wasted smoke, he squinted his eyes as he watches the news.

“Grandpa Braff, this here is the bishop of the Holy See and also the top student of the seminary, Mr. Davis. “Not only is Mr. Davis quite well versed in the Bible, he’s also quite proficient in astrology and exorcism. “He once helped the French royal family’s younger generation change their entire course of destiny when they were supposed to die young! “I believe he’ll be able to solve the Braff family’s problems!” After seeing the reserved-looking woman stepped forward to introduce the person beside her. Eliel froze. “This is Mr. Davis, the bishop of the Holy See and the Divine Prison?” Mr. Davis showed a proud expression. He also did not expect the people from a country with such a long hi

“Roman doesn’t think much of me, so he doesn’t always notice when I’m around.” “Why doesn’t he think much of you?” I asked, trying not to seem as desperate for his touch as I was. Domenico was the leader, and every man in that space gave him respect and didn’t question any order he gave. The way he interacted with Roman, their shaded words and tense atmosphere. There was history there. “Because he is the son of Giovanni and Renata Ferrante, and he believes that makes him above everyone else. Like I said, I heard the whispers, the plans they had for you. I wasn’t going to touch you, but as they were talking, you began to change.”

Jesus Graham shut the fuck up. “Nah, not as interesting as that unfortunately. Just admin shit.” “Graham can you get the vinegar please?” Latisha asked, looking at me. Graham sighed and went into the kitchen. “I’m,” she started “Latisha stop it’s fine.” Dimitri looked at her and smiled. “I’m used to the spy shit seriously. It’s his opinion about the job I didn’t come here to debate strippers with him.” “Thanks. Oh god my pregnancy hormones,” she said wiping under her eyes. “Harper please don’t ever let this one go. Promise me.” I chuckled and grabbed his hand under the table.

“If you’re so great at this, Natalia, why don’t you tell me who translated this version you speak of?” “It’s the current pope of the Church of Ducroft. It’s also how he got his position as the pope. He was able to translate the ancient scriptures accurately and tell which god the scriptures belonged to. The real translation is ‘the earth cares for the living so the living must care for his neighbor’. Doesn’t that make more sense than the translation you are so proud of?” Fredrich immediately turned crimson. As a child, he was more adorable with his defiant red eyes. The corruption that dirtied his soul had not yet set in. But he was still a stubborn little demon.