Reign Of Blood Roman Empire Novels & Stories

Fagan choked, “Caledonia is not your home, damn you all down to fire. Caledonia is not Roman territory.” August reared back and planted his dagger in Fagan’s left shoulder. He turned the grip and Fagan cried earsplitting again. Up to his face in a moment, August hissed, “The entire world is Roman territory.” “Is that all you want?” Fagan shuddered, spit running from his lips. “More dirt for Hadrian? Is that what makes you smile?” “It isn’t about what I want,” August grumbled low. “What are these creatures? How do you control them?”

“Ah. But they’ve seen many dons rise and fall. Don’t forget that.” I stepped closer, voice low and hard. “The Table of Dons is only called when a leader betrays the old ways. When he weakens the empire. You think me marrying the woman I love weakened me or the empire?” Bianca chimed in again. “She doesn’t have mafia blood. She doesn’t understand our code.” I sent her a deadly glare. “She understands loyalty better than you ever did,” I said. Dominic chuckled. “This empire was at its greatest when my brother ruled. But since you took over, there’s been no battle… nothing impressive.”

I know he's mad at me for everything I've done, but some day, he'll definitely understand why I do the things I do…definitely, he will. There's a reason why it's called the underworld. It's because every empire that comes out of it and shines in the surface was built on blood, blood of men, guilty and innocent, children, any soul that pushes it success is taken. It's sad, but I must be real, my empire is built on blood and thrives on blood. And for that very reason, whoever wants to remain in my empire must also be bound by blood.

"And the man who shifted from it, he said something about a prophecy, about bloodlines. I don't understand what I saw but it felt real. It felt like I was there." Rowan carefully helped me sit up, his expression grave. "What you experienced is called a blood memory. It's a Lunar Blessed gift. The ability to see the past through objects that carry strong emotional resonance, especially objects connected to your bloodline." "My bloodline?" I stared at the medallion lying innocently on the floor. "But I don't know anyone named Aurelius. I don't know any of those people." "Sylvia," Rowan's voice was gentle but firm. "Emperor Aurelius Velmont was the last Wolf Emperor. He ruled all five packs bef

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

From that day, whoever was born with crimson red eyes was considered the royal bloodline of the Bliaviroth empire. ' Sigh! The cruellest truth is the crimson eyes hold the power of manipulation. They can suppress the low ranking werewolves and rule over them easily...' I sighed in relief because it was something which helped me in becoming the emperor. The civilians accepted me as their new emperor very easily without any hesitation. " We have cleaned the blood soaked sheets, your majesty. You can now rest," the nurses informed and walked out of the bedroom. The fishy smell of blood was invading my nose. I looked at Aly and said," I can't tolerate the smell. Can you spray some perfume oils n

She had never been much of a romantic. "How could I forget to mention it?" Severus chuckled. "The seer told me the Amato daughters would help me build my army, but he said only one would be fit to be my empress. He told me the one that comes to me with the fiery heart and practicality of a warrior would be the daughter for me, the one with bare feet and men's clothes. I knew the moment Marcus opened the doors and I saw you that all my waiting was over." Sidia shook her head, trying to wrap her mind around all this information. "The world is different now. We don't have an emperor. It's 1818. How can you take over Rome? You want to declare war? This doesn't make any sense!"

"My father died in a surprise attack while the Alpha was saying that the packs in the south are weak for complaining about the rogue problem. Because we had attacks too, but they weren't so bad. Mostly, they would be short and then they would retreat fast, without casualties." It's like a light-bulb just lit up inside his head. "They are doing it intentionally, so the packs in the north think it's not that big of a deal..." He punches the nightstand as he growls. "Divide and conquer." By the time Europe figured out what the Romans were doing, they were already too weak to fight against them. Apparently, this rogue king thinks of himself as the next Julius Cesar. Too bad that the Roman empire

“A blood moon is a kingmaker. An indicator that the moon goddess herself blesses the new ruler and their lineage. A blood moon has appeared for nearly every regime change within the last five thousand years.” “Nearly?” Sutton questioned. “Three times a new bloodline took the throne without a blood moon,” Soloman continued. “One didn’t last more than a generation. The other was one of the most turbulent times of our history. It was four generations of infighting, corruption, natural disasters, famine. You name it. The third… well, that was when your family came to power.” “I see,” Sutton said. “You said made it sound like my family basically won the crown by default. And since there was no bl

Their vigour and power had revived the fighting spirit of the soldiers and true to what Romeo had said, it seemed that all their troops needed was to see their power unleashed upon their enemies and they would arise and fight with everything they had. Even though there were still too many imperial armies swarming around them, the soldiers were now fighting at their full power and potential, and that was enough. Everyone must fight with everything they had to help their prince win the war and protect Dacria. The battle between Romeo and two half-blooded Werewolves were intense. These two half-blooded were beyond strong. They were among the five greatest warriors in the entire Werewolf empire.