Roman Crown Novels & Stories

I frowned as I heard his name, reminds of a biblical traitor or whatever. I waited until the room fell silent and I am alone again. I examined the red envelope; the seal is already broken. But I recognized that it was the seal of our kingdom. It has a growling lion in the middle while sword and shield were in the background. And they were surrounded by vines and has several flowers in them, those are roses. The seal is bathe with gold, but the roses were precisely colored as red, almost similar with the color of blood.

Scene towards the kingdom aradonna (colour Golden symbol the red fire) The throne room is grand and opulent, adorned with gilded decorations and tapestries depicting the king's victories. At the center, a massive throne looms, occupied by KING RODERICK, a ruthless and imposing figure. His eyes are cold and calculating, exuding an air of power and authority.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

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.

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."

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.”

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.

"Your Highness, they are ready for you." Aiden nodded and walked out of the room, with Richard closely behind him. As usual, he got into the middle car of the convoy, and they began the journey to the Werewolf capital. (•) Sia Five relics; The Crown, The Witches' Circle, The Flame Ring, Crone's Eye, and The Stone Of Tears. Each of the five main kingdoms had one each and they were satisfied with each of them. The Wolves possessed The Crown, The Vampires had The Flame Ring, the Trolls had Crone's Eye, The Witches had The Witches' Circle and the Fay had The Stone Of Tears.

The grand duke, his eyes ablaze with fervor, addressed the butler with an air of authority, "How goes the party, caleb?" The butler, his features marked with a grave solemnity, reported, "Prince Addison has made an announcement. He intends to crown Chiara Windsor, the daughter of Dominic Windsor, as the empress." Upon hearing this, Lucas arched an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, his mind racing with thoughts of Elen Windsor and her rumored powers, her unwavering loyalty to her family, and her purported status as a fairy. "And what about Elen Windsor? Is she to have no part in this?" Lucas queried, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.