Roman Crown Novels & Stories

he continued, referring to the color of Roman’s eyes. “Let me introduce myself, I’m legion” he smiled brightly “What do you want here? You had better not hurt anybody” Roman said in a commanding tone as he had noticed the blood on experiment 12 “Oh, well as you can see we’re short in number so I’m recruiting” he chuckled as he gesticulated with his two hands aside

The amethyst-colored royal family crest was pinned on his right jacket. “This is Prince Jet Cynate, younger brother of Prince Flint Onyx, the one who’s looking personally for a qualified bride.” The maidens were whispering and giggling as they heard the prince’s name, while Hannah just looked in front of them. “Prince Flint was asking a favor of Prince Jet. He’s the one who will choose the bride that will match the prince’s taste since, unfortunately, Prince Flint is so busy right now.” She can’t help but to arch her brow once more. What a douche.

"My name is Dante Romano. And I didn't break in. I walked in legally." Dante reached inside his tailored jacket. Lucian's finger tightened dangerously on the trigger, but Dante only pulled out a heavy, sealed manila envelope. He tossed it onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a heavy smack. Next to it, he placed a small, crumbling piece of yellowed parchment. It was covered in faded, centuries old ink and sealed with the dark red wax of the Valerius crest. "You showed the world your birthmark, Princess," Dante said, his voice dropping to a lethal, arrogant purr. "You claimed the throne. But you clearly didn't read the ledger before you put on the crown."

“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

“It’s neither.” Ronan swallowed, eyes fixed on Lyra. “It’s the Crown. It felt the shift. It knows the Trial is broken.” Lyra exhaled slowly. “Not broken. Changed.” Aethren stepped forward, the white glow in his scars brightening. “The Crown of Marrow is older than kingdoms. It was forged when the first wolves stood upright. It answers only to two things: obedience… or defiance.” He looked at Lyra with something close to reverence — and fear.

By the time he pulled away, I was shaking. I sat down quickly, trying to steady myself. I brushed my hair and added a small touch of color to my face. When I turned back, Rowan was already dressed in his dark peach tunic, the white fur draped over his shoulders. His crown rested on the table beside him, gleaming. He looked at me with that rare, almost human smile. “Do me the honor,” he said, “and place the crown on my head.” I hesitated but smiled faintly. Lifting the crown carefully, I placed it above his dark hair. It fit him perfectly like the gods carved it for him alone.

Marcus paced to and fro clearly still trying to process the news he had received. He looked at the opened letter on the floor then at the envelope, stamped with a royal seal clearly proving that it was indeed from the king "I hope this letter finds you in good health. His royal highness King Roland has ordered a ceremony in the crown prince's name with the intention to choose his betrothed. The ceremony will be in two days do bring young lady Tamera. His highness is deeply sorry for the unseen change of plans." it had read

"The Crown! He's already using the Crown!" They hit the first roof with a bone-shattering crash.

Entering Avalon Palace, Arthur says to William, "My clothes are still wet; I need to change. Wait for me." King Alexander, Arthur's elder brother, had finally reclaimed the royal power from their mother, the Dowager Queen, four years ago. It was during that tumultuous period that an assassin from the Ravenwood family severely injured Alexander at a banquet. In the midst of the tumultuous and disorderly situation, Archbishop John Blackwood emerged as the central and crucial figure, effectively countering the imminent threat posed by the assassin's critical strike and subsequently retaliating by eliminating the assailant. Furthermore, Archbishop Blackwood displayed his exceptional leadership b