Roman Crown Novels & Stories

"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.

“And I don’t chat with his errand boys.” He didn’t even blink. “It’s about the will. You’ll care.” She snorted, a harsh, bitter sound that hurt her throat. “What, he leave me a stale cookie? Keep his scraps.” She started trudging off, boots slurping in the mud, but Roman kept pace, his umbrella suddenly over her head. It pissed her off, him crowding her like that, like he thought she’d melt. “It ain’t scraps,” he said, calm as hell. “It’s half his empire. Fifty billion, rough guess.”

Cassian said. “No, I think I do.” Lucien’s eyes flicked toward Lyra again. “The prophecy names her the Bone Crown heir. The shadow gates open within the hour. Failed begin hunting through the capital.” His smile faded completely. “And suddenly the future king refuses to let her die.” The room went still. Cassian’s voice turned flat. “Choose your next words carefully.” That warning carried real weight. Even the soldiers looked nervous now. Lucien exhaled slowly through his nose.

The council chamber smelled of smoke and polished wood. Candles burned in tall brass holders along the walls, their light reflecting off the gilded edges of the maps spread across the table. The city of Valoria lay in miniature there, every district rendered in ink and precision, the heart of the kingdom marked by the symbol of the crown. Adrian sat at the head of the table, but he did not feel like its master. His fingers drummed against the wood while the nobles murmured around him, their voices a tangle of fear and calculation.

"If you're going to pretend to be an heiress, at least put some effort into it. Mr. Neel's daughter doesn't even have the last name Neel." A flicker of unease crossed her eyes, but it was gone almost as fast as it appeared. Jim rushed forward, eager to back her up. "If the Neel heiress isn't named Neel, what, is she supposed to be a Franklin like you? What a joke!" I nodded. "Yes, actually. I'm Mr. Neel's daughter, Riley." The room went quiet for half a second. Then laughter exploded all around me. "Neel Corporation is worth billions. You really think the boss's daughter would have someone else's last name?"

“We regret the haste.” Alina met her gaze steadily. “Then leave.” Elowen smiled thinly. “We cannot.” Cael shifted half a step forward. Elowen’s eyes flicked to him. “Captain.” He did not answer. The clerics moved past Elowen and toward the center of the sanctuary, where a low stone table had been hastily cleared. One of them carried a covered object wrapped in thick cloth. Alina’s chest tightened. The Crown. Not the symbol the court liked to display, polished and framed by banners, but the true thing. The Ember Crown, modest and unassuming, dangerous precisely because it refused spectacle.

"Good morning to the future queen of the empire! We are now officially starting your lesson. I am Mrs. Ramos, your professor within a year. I will teach you everything about the royals, such as royal history, laws, and etc. One of you will be the future queen of this country, that's why if you want the crown then earn it. Now let me know each of you, can you introduce yourself?" One by one they introduced themselves in front, after that they started the discussion, the lesson started to a royal history and damn! It's boring, how the empire is built, how many kings already passed, the first king and etc. Katara almost fell asleep from being seated, she just forced herself not to.

She looked absolutely breathtaking in a crimson gown, and her long blonde hair is perfectly styled to suit her dress. If I didn’t look at her carefully, I would have thought she is the future princess. Immediately the royal trumpet echoed through the palace signifying that the crown prince had arrived. My heartbeat suddenly became unsteady and it pounded heavily against my chest, like it’s about to escape, but something is holding it back. Everyone bowed the moment Rowan walked in briskly wearing a black ceremonial uniform trimmed with silver. He looked exactly like the future king because of how he carried himself. His charisma like; strength, confidence, untouchable ability, and manly phys

It is amazing how credulity can be purchased if you know who to pay and what stories to tell. Romano’s face appeared when it pleased him. He was a man that wore charm like a cape. He smiled easily and spoke as if each sentence were designed to make a room bend to him. He made the kind of moves that suggested he enjoyed the idea of being king. He said things in public that were careful and private things that were dangerous. I watched him and measured him and found that he was a man with teeth and not many scruples. He was competent in the way that makes for good enemies.