Marius Romanus Novels & Stories

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—”

Nonetheless, she was caught by Marius, who returned to his original form. “Let go of me,” roared Yiulia as she struggled. “Yiulia, calm down,” Marius shouted, “Of course, she isn’t Taiyi. She’s Emperor Tapia, my teacher.” Upon hearing that, Harper and Yianni, who were about to rush out as well, were stunned. Morgott suddenly turned around and cursed, “Marius, is she the divine being you called for help? She wants to kill James.” Helplessly, Marius sighed. “My teacher has always done unexpected things, but I’m certain she won’t kill Master. I can assure you that.”

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

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.

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.

“I am fast again. Promise.” Valeria clinged to his neck. “Not too long, Papa. The forest is dark.” Livia held her daughter while Marcus disappeared in the dawn. The next three days were nerve-driving. Livia and Valeria waited in the cabin, practiced magic, told stories and tried not to raise fear leave. In the third night Marcus returned – exhausted, but alive. “He got the letter,” he reported when he locked Livia and Valeria in his arms. “The dealer says Lucius is still in Rome and has influence. He will try a

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

he asked mockingly as they walked into the house. “We had a rat,” Nicholas replied, his voice cold and sharp as he spoke with a hint of anger, Santiago’s eyes rounded in shock. “A rat in the Nicholas Raceanu empire, your wife must really be powerful to take all your attention ” Santiago mocked as he spoke. Nicholas threw him a deadly stare, “do you have any news on Marius” he said letting it slide. “Marius is normally easy to find but looks like he had help and really planned well for this one” Santiago seemed a little shocked.

Everyone and their uncles know that to have the Moscow Bratva owe you a favor is like having the key to heaven. The room falls quiet again. I can see the next name forming on their tongues before they even say it. Luca tries anyway. “Then… the Romanos?” I let the name hang in the air for a second, tasting it. Rafael Romano. That smug, prick from Italy. I remember him from the last summit; sharp suits, sharper smile, always acting like the underworld was a fucking boardroom. I’ve read the reports on his operation. Clean, ruthless. But never a coward.