Marius Romanus Novels & Stories

I dial Marcus' number, and he answers on the first ring. “Is everything okay?” “Yes Marcus, hold on, let me conference the call, we don't have much time, so I figured we are talking right about now” “Okay,” I conference the call with Caleb and dial Mason's number. He answers immediately, “Was sup beautiful?” Roman clenched his jaw and looked away “Mason hey, I'm conferencing the call, there's a change of plan” “Uhm okay”

Fighting to keep my composure and prevent my bursting laughter at the comedic sight, I glance back up to the face of Braxius. "What is your name?" The voice of Braxius washes over me, making me relax into his body. "Jessa," my mind is already made up that this man is Braxius. I study my husband's twin, noting that he is wearing a white toga with a red sash draped over his left shoulder. Remembering my Roman History class elective from college, the sash means that he is a member of the Roman Senate and a high ranking official. "My lord, Brixtius," the clown is trying to intercede. "We have more suitable girls for you to examine. Please pay no mind on this lazy whore. She will be dealt with at

the man said, holding a test tube filled with glowing blue liquid—the catalyst they needed. "Who are you?!" Mavric challenged, his gun already aimed directly at the man’s head. The man smiled faintly, a smile identical to the one Liora wore when plotting a strategy. "I am the twin brother of Maria Valerius, whom the world assumed died in that explosion.” My name is Marcus Valerius. And if you want your wife to live, you must hand over full authority of the Thorne Group to me right now. Mavric was trapped between the love of his life, who was dying, and the pride of the dynasty he had built with his own blood.

****NEXT DAY**** Aurelio and Sin were sitting as they listened to Godfather Marcelo, briefing Aurelio about Salvatore Romana's mission. He placed a picture of a middle-aged Italian man on the table, "Salvatore Romana, powerful, wealthy, and has connections. He isn't known for his wealth but for the connections he has around the whole world. Try to get in his good books, Aurelio. Don't go around acting all bossy. Get him to be on our side, and we will be unstoppable," Godfather Marcelo said, his eyes on Aurelio trying to read his face. "Why is it called Salvatore Romana's mission since it involves one person?" Aurelio asked, his eyes at the picture, studying the man.

Louis smirked then stare towards Isabey. "Alpha Marcus. I am Louis Brat the King of Rogues. I wanted to meet you very desperately." Louis said a killer smile mastered on his handsome face. Marcus growled loudly. Magnus was trying to come out but due to the silver arrow in his body. The wolf was unable to take control. Marcus was feeling the pain of burning as routes burned the houses with people inside them, he was also feeling the pain of his pack members dying...

People surged forward, demanding judgment, demanding blood, their faces contorted by rage and fear, not just of Kael, but of what he represented. Then came Marius. He stepped onto the elevated stone beside the King’s platform, his long grey robes billowing like smoke, council medallion glinting in the harsh light of the ceremonial flames. He raised both hands, beckoning for calm. “People of Valerius!” His voice rang clear and commanding. “We understand your outrage. Your fear is justified. For too long, we’ve let weeds grow beneath our feet, weeds cloaked in human skin — male Omegas who twist fate and tempt ruin. But now—”

However, when the two goddesses were at their wits’ end, an unfamiliar voice sounded from outside the tower. “Greetings, Divine Marius.” Marius grunted. “Who are you?” The unfamiliar voice responded, “Divine Marius, I am Yule Quirin, the eldest disciple of Emperor Qadeer. I was ordered by my teacher to send an invitation to invite you to participate in the Wuia Integration Gathering that will happen two epochs later. Marius suddenly said, “Move aside. I’m not interested.”

Roman continued, voice low, careful, “something was off about him. The way he watched you before we even sat down. Not curiosity. Not admiration. Recognition.” Her fingers curled slightly under his. “That’s why Hale called this morning,” he added. Elena’s brows knit. “You asked him to look into Marcus.” “I did,” Roman admitted. “Not officially. No flags. No system pings that would alert anyone. Just a quiet sweep.” “And?” she asked, already knowing she wouldn’t like the answer. Roman’s mouth flattened. “Nothing.” Elena went still. “Nothing at all?” she asked. “Clean slate,” Roman said. “Too clean. No digital footprint beyond the last few years. No family records. No academic trail worth ment

The giant called Marcus said, after he had become in his human form, and she looked at him angrily while screaming. “What the fuck is going on here?!!!... I don’t understand anything!!!... Who will marry whom?!!!..” The giant looked at her with looks that made her shiver unconsciously, causing her tears to fall as she said in fear "What do you want from me?" The person called Marcos looked at her and moved closer to the bed. He looked at her with calm eyes as he said with a smile: “We will get married now... You and I... I have waited for you for many years... I loved you before Lucien, so you will be mine, not his.”

Marcellus, aware of the delicate balance required to navigate the intricate web of Athenian and Roman interests, initiated a series of reforms aimed at strengthening the bonds between the two cultures. One of Marcellus' first acts was to convene a joint assembly of Athenian and Roman senators. This historic gathering marked a symbolic step towards unity, a tangible manifestation of Maximus' dream for an integrated and harmonious state. The senators, representing both nations, deliberated on matters of governance, trade, and cultural exchange.