Reign Of Blood Roman Empire Novels & Stories

"I don’t bleed for weakness. I bleed for vengeance." He smiled, but there was a cold, respectful glint in his eyes. "Then let's go write Rodger's obituary." And with that, we stood there in the dying light, bloodied but unbowed, surrounded by pieces of steel and fire, already scheming our next move. Because empires don’t rise again from ash by chance. They rise when kings return to reclaim the throne.

That was a likely story. “The Four Emperors of Celestial Empire—Beggar King is a beggar, Mad King is a madman, and War Emperor is a war god. Why is it that Caesar King is the only one who seems rather out of place?” “The Julio–Claudian dynasty,” Notus Windsor said indifferently. “Caesar King is the descendant of Julius Caesar.” “A descendant of Julius Caesar?” Tyr was stunned as he once again stared at Max. Max’s countenance was rather stiff as he said, “Boss, I really am just a dog handler.”

After the tragic night, a new emperor governed the empire and built it again with the expense of being an arrogant one and there the name Billeium was changed into Mestia' 'And that was the start where the empire was bound to ruin. Because the death of the first emperor who was well-known and liked by the first people of the Billeium was never because of some illness or accident but because it was a premeditated plan to kill him out of claiming the power, claiming the throne and claiming his right to be an emperor considering he had not yet married at the time' "What in the world? So this was what happened centuries ago that was never recorded in the history of the empire. It all became clea

“My father. My legacy. Juliette’s life. All for what?” Augustus swirled the glass. “For balance. For retribution. Your father built his empire on stolen foundations. Blood. Lies. I simply... corrected the scales.” “You forged the blood oath,” Damon snapped. “You twisted it. You bound our families in a fake peace, only to turn us into enemies.” “Not a fake peace,” Augustus said calmly. “A test. One you failed.” Damon took a step forward. “You used my son.” A flicker crossed Augustus’s face - regret, or maybe just calculation but it vanished quickly. “Collateral damage,” he said. “You brought him into this war.”

"Ok I see how this is. Well come on, lets see how much energy you two idiots want to waste." Ancients were always exceptional when it came to hand to hand combat. Many of them had seen so many wars. When vampires were able to start producing Bloodlines the King had put a stop to vampires being made and also made sure they never went to war. Most of lines did not know how to defend with a sword. They depended on their Blood Magic just in case but never not once did they ever pick up a sword. The Head Matriarchs and Elders could but that was about it. Anyone from 150 years or younger would not know what to do. So with Belle being exceptional at her combat skills the Ancients thought to see wha

Gray slowly took over his dark hair now, but age hadn’t weakened him not even a bit, if anything, it made him colder, more dangerous. “You think because you’re my son, the empire automatically becomes yours?” he asked. “That isn’t how this works.” I said nothing, I know how much he hated my silence. “You’ve spent years building fear around your name, Romano, good. Fear keeps people obedient.” He leaned back slightly. “But men don’t follow ghosts forever, they follow stability.” I scoffed at the irony, nothing about us or our world was stable. “You want the empire?” he asked quietly. “Then get married.”

The ninth time I tried to divorce my husband, Don Louis Romano, my best friend Jenny Parker, who had always talked me out of it, handed me the papers herself. Every time before, she'd done everything in her power to stop me. She'd even taken over the Family's day-to-day affairs just to create chances for us to see each other and reconcile. I took the papers and couldn't help but ask. Years of pent-up exhaustion showed in Jenny's eyes, and to my shock, her voice was edged with resentment. "You got Vivian shot this time. She nearly didn't make it. How long are you going to keep this up?!" Vivian Hale was the woman Louis had been seeing. I stared at her in disbelief. "Vivian's had a hard life.

Ran bowed his head. Olgarias tilted his head to his private servant and raised his eyebrows asking if he had something to say to him. "I went to the Battle of Blood as you commanded me, Prince," Ran replied in a flat tone, his face was growling paler. "Then?" He questioned simply. "The battle has ended, Prince." "So.... who is the King of Imperium now?" "Lord Nrikawn Callan."

That families rose and fell in cycles, that empires were rebuilt not from clean slates but from blood-stained foundations. Now, at twenty-five, she carried it like a blade.

The current Emperor used the Golden era of the great Julius Caesar as public propaganda to start a war with the Qin Empire to consolidate his power. At first, the war was going smoothly and the Roman Empire gained many resources and wealth from the new oil and mineral deposits. Along with the support to the current Emperor faction. But… the crushing defeat of the Roman Empire against the Qin Empire caused the current Emperor’s throne and support to shake and half the people want revenge to save their pride and arrogance. While the other half who anti the war with other countries demand the Emperor to take responsibility for the loss of life of the Roman soldiers