Roman Crown Novels & Stories

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

She was watching. Despite his face burned, the Lycan King reached into his cloak and pulled out a black crown, scorching even. "It's time." Time? He came forward and put the crown upon me. “You went with them,” You brought together those packs, the rogues and the broken. You won us peace. You should have ownership of Riverdale, Mooncrest, and everything else. The crown caught my eye with such intensity that it threatened to burn me. It didn't. That made it worse.

Without realizing it, her fingers played with the end of the emerald bracelet as she stared blankly toward the window. Tok. Her chamber door slowly opened. Roxanne immediately lifted her gaze and saw Rion standing there, still dressed in the formal attire of the Crown Prince that he had not yet changed out of. His golden hair looked slightly messy, as though he had come in a hurry. Roxanne instantly rose from her seat and bowed out of reflex. Even though Rion was younger than her, he was still the Crown Prince of the empire now. Rion immediately frowned at her formal behavior.

Roman held my hand, and I admired his and Mars’ matching white suits. Mars seemed excited, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. The banquet was all he had been talking about for days. "I announce, your royal highness, crown prince Romanus Edward Maximus of Penevia!, the Lady Audrey, and prince Mars!" The announcer's voice boomed through the hall. Roman shot me a small smile to grab my nervous and held my hand tightly as we walked in, stopping near the rails.

The crowd erupted in cheers. Lexon raised his hand to silence the crowd, and Ezra turned to face Roman. He held his hand out, beckoning the Omega forward. Roman's heart raced as he approached Ezra. He could feel the power rolling off of Ezra, much stronger than before. His eyes move up Ezra's body, and he's blown away by how handsome he looks when wearing a crown. The crown is gold, and the light sparkles as it bounces off it. The Omega's eyes flicker with flames in his eyes as his Dragon admires his King's crown.

The Coronation; The ballroom was decorated with red and black ribbons. From the chandeliers to the pillars, everything was covered with red and black, which was the color of the RedShire emblem. Few people from different kingdoms were invited to witness the crowning of a new king. Victor Gael stood regally in his suit while waiting for his grandson to appear. On his hand was a cushion of estate and on top of it, was a huge gold crown. The Archbishop of the Roman church in RedShire was present. Standing on the platform where the pulpit was before him. Vincent despised the church because of their lying reverend father. The churches were among those responsible for the chaos that took place hun

Raymond chuckled at the title, humble as ever, "The Duke of Wastage? Now, that's quite the royal title, and I don't think I deserve such an honor…" Trailing off, he then made an especially curious look, "By the way, how'd you know they were calling me that?" Seeing that he was still so ignorant, Jacob scoffed. "You bought a Renaissance-era bronze sculpture earlier, didn't you?" Raymond nodded. "I did. But technically, it's medieval and not Renaissance, along with a Renaissance-era base."

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

By the time they released me in the foyer, tears were burning my eyes. The front doors opened before I reached them. Dante, Luca, and Bianca had returned. Bianca held up a diamond hair clip that glittered beneath the chandelier. “I still can’t believe something this small cost thirty thousand dollars.” Dante laughed. “If you love it, the price doesn’t matter.” “Besides,” Luca added, “your mother gave you the black card for your college wardrobe. You’re supposed to use it.” Thirty thousand dollars. More than I could earn in months of working at the café.

I rolled my eyes. Roman nodded his head immediately. “There is.” “So you’re all on their side?” I asked. “Absolutely,” Ronan answered. Kael pointed toward Roman’s chest. “That’s not just a ribbon. It’s the Royal Ribbon.” Ryker nodded his head once. “It carries tradition.” I slowly looked around the room. Sarah caught my eye. We both looked back at the men. Then at each other again. “I feel like I’m surrounded by crazy people,” I muttered.