Roman Crown Novels & Stories

The crowns were beautiful; they were the same; there was no difference between the crowns. The crowns were also unique; everyone’s crown was either gold or silver, but this one was gold with rubies, emeralds, and lovely-looking gemstones on it. The crown was elegant and powerful. Jane has never done this for anyone; does she have a personal connection with any of them? Nobody knows her family or background; they just all know she is a witch and the leader of the pillars.

“Besides, Less, monsters make terrible business partners. You clean house, you raise the bar. You make us look good by association.” I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. “Then we understand each other,” I said. Rosa nodded. Giancarlo gave a curt grunt of approval. Even the Romani twins offered something close to respect. Francesco raised a glass someone had poured the wine during the exchange, like this was a coronation. Maybe it was. “To the new Queen of the Moretti Empire,” he toasted, voice rich with solemnity. “May your reign be fierce and just.”

“Romeo is the current guardian of the stone. The stone has a special connection with him and functions as an extension of him. Because you’re wearing his stone, he is connected with your mind through the stone. He can not only enter your dream but can also mind-link with you as he does with us.” “What is this stone, exactly? And what does it do?” My fingers absently caressed the stone on my neck. Magical stones and amulets are a rarity and not easy to find. What I find to be even surprising is the fact that Romeo trusts me to wear his stone. “The black onyx stone is an insignia for the Kingdom of Werewolves. Only the guardian of the black onyx stone can be proclaimed as a royal and crowned a

They both walked up the stage hand in hand, like a power couple. Cadmus started clapping his hands, followed by everyone who attended the party. "Prince Raphael, please come here," the priest said and directed Raphael to the throne that is sitting in the middle of the stage. "This ceremony is not just the passing of power from one person to another. This coronation is sacred. If the person is not of the Raven bloodline, then he can never become a king of this clan. The crown would select its owner. Each King would have his unique crown with the black color Onix sitting in the middle surrounded by unique diamonds that are only found on the Raven mountains. Prince Raphael, are you wholehearted

As she lifts it, the polished jewels on the crown catch the sunlight, scattering a kaleidoscope of colors across the room. Rancel speaks softly. “How easily this happiness has come to me. To think that I'm about to become queen, following in mother's footsteps.” With a delicate grace, Rancel places the crown on her head, adjusting it until it sits perfectly. She admires herself in the mirror, a radiant smile gracing her lips.

In fact, he arranged for their marriage contract to be drawn up, much to the horror of the other elder council members. Romanus had become king after the death of his uncle, the king. Since the only other heirs had been killed in the war, Romanus was crowned the new king, and he had made Beatrice his royal consort. He always said that he had worked long and hard to win her love and admiration, not to mention her obedience—well, he wouldn’t mention her obedience, because Romanus still didn’t believe he had it, even after all their years together.

No more, no less. Kingston tried not to judge a person until he met him or her, but when he’d fought overseas, he’d seen firsthand how certain royals acted around those of the lower classes, and he’d waited for the haughty attitude. Add that to the rumors spreading around Cántera, the capital city of Deltora about Princess Romaine being a shut-in, too damaged by her brother’s death to step out into the city and possibly not all there in the head, a forced image had appeared in his mind that morning on his way here.

Adrian held me hoisted against his chest, his mouth sliding down my jawline to press a hard, burning bite over my pulse point. My head tilted back against his shoulder, my hands trembling against his back as a soft, helpless whimper escaped my throat. He licked over the skin instantly, his breath scorching my ear before his mouth surged back to claim mine once more. “Mine,” Adrian growled into my mouth, his fingers digging into my hips, holding me tight against his body. “Yours,” I panted against his lips, my left hand coming up between us. The heavy silver championship ring on my finger caught the white light of a hundred camera flashes, glinting clear and bright for the whole world to see.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

He was away from trouble because he did not do anything wrong to anyone in Clapestris. Rowen was also granted the title of being a trainer of new soldiers. But by the time that their cavalry captain was replaced, he returned of being a retak. He only became a foot soldier for King Rashal’s campaign against the desert tribe known as Tibareni. King Rashal has noticed his honesty in reporting the spoils and found out that he is also well-mannered to Darina. The king placed Rowen on Darina’s cavalry line and is granted to rule a troop of hundreds. He also became Darina’s right hand. These are his memories about the various titles he dealt with and how events brought him to different places and c