Reign Of Blood Roman Empire Novels & Stories

Decreash Imperial castle ************ On a cold night, three months after the death of his father, Ragaleon got a visit from his mother. He was in his chamber, bent over a large oak table, where a huge map was rolled open. There were different red dots on the map, representing strong kingdoms, and the black dots represented kingdoms that he was yet to overthrow. He was engrossed in his peripheral duties and didn't know when his mother stepped in unnoticed. It was only when she walked past one of the candles in the room and a big shadow was cast on the wall that Ragaleon lifted his gaze, his hand already settled on the dagger sheathed under the long white garment he was wearing.

Her eyes glowed faintly silver, and her smile… well, it showed just too many teeth. “Davorin,” she said, her voice like smoke curling in the air. “Back for your final year. And… who’s this?” “New transfer,” he said shortly. “Council orders.” Her gaze slid to me. She inhaled, and her pupils blew wide. “Half-blood?” she murmured. “How?” I tensed, instinct screaming at me to step back, but she was already circling like a shark. “Careful, Reyna,” Davorin said, his voice low. “She’s under my protection.”

Alpha Raul was carved from hunger—land, power, submission. His ambition burned hotter than loyalty to the Moon Goddess, and many whispered She spared every she-wolf the torment of being fated to him. At thirty, he remained unmated, arrogant enough to claim it was by choice. Brutal enough that no one dared suggest otherwise. His rise was written in blood. Small packs fell beneath the storm of his Blood Moon warriors—merciless, precise, unstoppable. When Raul set his sights on the Silver Crescent Moon Pack, the outcome seemed inevitable.

She caught her breath as best she could in two seconds before twisting the iron handle that controlled the plain, unpainted metal door. A voice boomed not too far from the door, loud enough for anyone in the next room to hear, “The Roman Empire was a post Republican period of Ancient Rome and as a polity, it included larger territorial holdings around the Mediterranean Sea in Europe, North Africa, and Western Asia, ruled by emperors. It was founded in 31BC when as you probably all know, Augustus Caesar proclaimed himself the first emperor of Rome. And of course when you can name yourself leader, you don’t just toss the crown to just anyone. Ancient Rome came to an end with the fall of Consta

Did you really think a simple hug and a tearful apology could erase the blood-pact? That ancient magic is etched into the very foundation of this archive. It is bound to your life force. Every breath you take, every spell you cast, is monitored by the seals of this hall. If you attempt to defy me—or if my mastermages choose to twist the runes—that blood-pact will turn inward and crush your heart into dust." ​Laura’s breath hitched for a fraction of a second, but she refused to cower. She stepped forward, her dual-toned eyes flaring with defiant brilliance. "The only dust in this room will be yours, Cassian. We are done running from your chains."

“Simone is right. When he was still Sargon, he wanted more power, he wanted to expand his empire faster…he loathed the kings of the day, and he wanted something better. In the beginning, his intentions were pure, so when he found out about me…he begged me to turn him. “Sadly, as it always tends to do, the power corrupted him. That is the reason I did not want him to be overlord. I knew what would happen. I knew he’d just turn into the same monster he was at the end of his reign in Akkad.” “How could he be a vampire and lead an army?” I ask. “How did he explain the fact that he couldn’t go out during the day? Hell, how did he explain that he never got any older?”

Romano sucked from his pipe, blowing out smoke from his nose and mouth. Massimo remained calm, not a single flicker of emotion in those black orbs. “I’m sorry, Father. I’ll try to do better.” His words and tone were sweeter than honey, capable of bewitching anyone. “If it makes you feel any better…” he drawled, “the Blood Veil Empire won’t see the next sunrise.” Romano’s lips pulled up into a faint smile of approval. “As your reward, you can pleasure yourself with that slave tonight.”

“Oh, but you are. You are the reason I must finish what they tried to bury. You are my blood.” Blood? I blinked. “What...?” “We share the same blood,” she said again. “And you will help me take revenge. You will finish what I started.” The heat from my mark radiated all the way through my chest. My knees trembled. I didn’t understand any of this. “I—I don’t even know what that means,” I stammered. “You will.” She reached toward me, and I flinched. “No!” I jerked back, shaking my head. “You’re insane!”

Unfortunately, the blood of a Kaxal queen is much more powerful than one might think, no wonder Julius Caesar wanted it so badly. Pain and hatred hung in the air, and thanks to Soraia's blood, Julio Cesar's throat had been reconstituted, blood vessels, skin, and everything else, leaving Augustus perplexed and the wolf even angrier. The bold vampire stood up and smiled arming himself with his natural defenses. And the wolf that had spat out the vampire's flesh and blood rushed to the attack again. Flesh, blood, bits of skin, excessive hair and many howls of hate and pain erupted through the house. Brenda stood rigidly in the living room, eyes watching the hallway that led to the bedroom from

The other Kingdoms kept to themselves after Aidan's death, they didn't trust Roman although, for the treaty that still stands, they worked with him. The Fae and the Vampires don't particularly like him, and others just stay neutral, the rogues come and go as they please with Roman, however, he does keep them in line. Some rebels hate Roman's rule, and he usually eliminates them to stop any uprising, he has banished all history of Aidan and the others and the only history taught is that he is King and his bloodline will forever be on the throne. One day I will see Roman killed and I can't wait for that to happen, I just hope I live long enough to dance on his grave.