Roman Crown Novels & Stories

The queen coughs, and Vlad huffs again. - Romeo's place is next to his kind, not next to a werewolf. Julius is my only son. The only one I have. He's the crown prince of the werewolves. It's not a mutt or just any wolf. He's handsome, smart, and good. - Romeo is the one who is beautiful, intelligent, and good. That doesn't make your son worthy of mine. No mutt is.

Ciel continued. “If they stand behind you, protect them. If they stand beside you, respect them, and if they stand against you, defeat them." Jarvis proceeded. Kaizen slowly approached her; he hooked a hand under her chin and lifted her face to look him in the eyes. Brown met Crimson. “Always remember this, Roxanne.” “What?” She whispered. “A queen will always turn pain into power.”

The crowns would be brought to his parents and anyone else who wanted one, but it’s been awhile since he’s sat down and made a crown for another person. Carlos wants to make Ricardo’s crown perfect, building it up with honeysuckle, hawthorn berries, and orange blossoms while his own consists of an array of flowers he likes. Ricardo’s is particular, on the other hand. He doesn’t know what else to give him, but this is a sign of affection and his heart swells when he admires the finishing piece.

She wanted red instead. Marco did not question her. He asked for red dresses, and Elena chose one that made her look controlled and powerful. They continued to jewelry stores and shoe boutiques with the same fast pace. Whenever Elena tried to check prices, Marco gave her a look that told her she needed to stop thinking like a doctor with loans and start thinking like someone who was about to help run a criminal empire. She was trying, but it was still hard to understand.

CHAPTER 14: THE BLOOD PRICE POV: Daemon | Dawn, Day 6 They were still tangled together when the door exploded inward. Daemon had perhaps three seconds of warning the scrape of a boot on stone that didn't match Cassian's breathing, the shift of air that meant someone had found the passage and then Rowan was there, sword drawn, face carved from ash and terrible knowledge. "Get up," Rowan said. No Your Majesty. No deference. Just the voice of a man who had seen too much and had no time left for performance. "Get dressed. Both of you. Now."

The one who had arrived was no mere envoy, but the ruler of the entire werewolf kingdom, the White Wolf Alpha King himself. Alexander and the elders hurried down from the platform, bowing deeply. "Your Majesty." "At ease." Father's voice carried across the square, steady and commanding. Then, he stepped aside, revealing the figure behind him. A collective gasp swept through the crowd. Alexander's eyes widened as his gaze locked onto me. I showed up in full ceremonial dress, but what I wore was not the dark-patterned Luna gown of the Greystone pack. Instead, I wore a robe of brilliant silver-white, the attire of a princess of the White Wolf royalty.

Of closure. When I finally pulled back, I wiped my face and took his hand. "Yes," I said. "Let's go eat." We walked away together. Hand in hand. Behind us, I knew Damian was still standing there. Watching. But I didn't look back. Damian Blackwood had been my first love. My first heartbreak. My first lesson in what I would never accept again. Sebastian Stone was my last. And I, Aurora Vance, daughter of the Alpha Prime and heir to the throne of the North, had never been more certain of anything in my life.

Nate looked away, uninterested. "Could have done better," Nate answered, prompting Dave to roll his eyes. Expecting compliments from him was like expecting the sun to rise from the west. "It's way better than your rusty shit," Dave retorted. "Dream on," Nate drawled out. Dave picked up his tumbler and swirled it, his countenance turning serious, "rumors are circulating about the Crown of Trinity being held by Romeo."

Rowan’s POV The Northern Crown was bound to me. I couldn't stop staring at the mark on Kael's palm. A silver crescent. A wolf. A crown. The same symbols burned on my wrist. “What does that mean?” Kael closed his hand. “I don't know.” “You're lying.” His eyes met mine. “I wish I were.” The ground trembled again. Garrick shouted from behind us. “Your Majesty!” Kael turned. The First King's Road was collapsing.

Lila tiptoed just to clip the veil on Emery's braided, black hair to secure it because the soon-to-be crowned queen was rather taller than the average height. She, then, whispered, “Your Highness, a lady must learn to be patient.” The soon-to-be queen rolled her eyes at her statement. When the horn was blown, Emery walked with careful steps on the aisle that led to the king's side. She minded every step she made because her burning red robes reached the floor and if she stepped on it, she will surely become the laughing stock of the palace. At the end of the aisle was the throne made of gold. Its sides were carved with wolves—the predators that best represent the current king.