Roman Reigns Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Roman hugged me tightly from the back. "Today is the happiest day of my life....finally you are going to be my Queen...." He said. I didn't say anything, I just leaned back into the hug, letting him know that I was just as happy as he was about all of this. Thinking of something, I pulled away from the hug and turned to face Roman. "You are going to keep to your word, right? You are going to let the hybrids live here from now on?" I signed, my eyes shining with excitement.

(Iris) The Lycan King’s presence was commanding, and everyone turned to look at him. One of his warriors, who had been with Naomi earlier, had apparently informed him of what had transpired. “I don’t think what she did warranted that much fuss,” The Lycan King said calmly, his voice cutting through the tension in the room. Naomi’s face turned red with anger and embarrassment. She bit her lip, struggling to contain her rage. My wolf couldn’t help but gloat a little.

He stood tall and his muscles flexed as he clenched his fists. Though Raymond flinched he did not show it on his face. “I apologize, but it’s not your decision to make. You have not only betrayed your people but also went against your father’s promise of arranged mating with my daughter. It’s considered treason, nonetheless,” Raymond replied earning a ferocious growl from Lucian. “And I don’t think you are in a position to win against our King, Prince Lucian.” A mocking smile spread across Raymond’s face. “You are too young for the fight. Please return to your rightful place.”

I couldn't get a clear view of his face since he's facing the balcony windows and once I did, I stopped dead on my tracks. As if the moon itself is mocking me, the ray of moonlight illuminates the very face of the stranger that's been haunting my dreams. My heart began to pound relentlessly, I'm afraid the trail of my anxiety awakens him. Regardless, this devil could smell fear. I was in the middle of contemplating on what to do. I never had the idea of him being the Lycan King, the thought of him approaching me earlier in such forbidden manner is beyond absurd. "What do I expect from corrupt Kings?" I murmur bitterly, twirling a strand of my hair while in deep thought.

She stands in the center of a battlefield, flames dancing at her heels, enemies falling before her. “She was one of ours,” the king says. “Long before your bloodline fell into the forests. Before wolves found you.” Another image. A cathedral made of black stone, burning, and the same woman standing untouched in its center. “She ruled for a time. They feared her, yes. But they followed her willingly.” “She also looks alone.” The king hesitates. “Power is a lonely thing. But it needn’t always be.” “Is that what you’re offering?” “I’m offering you a place. A legacy. A family who understands what you’re going through.”

The sounds of the bones crushing as the blade speared through to his heart filled him with satisfaction. Soon enough, the king was dead with wide eyes of shock. No one said a word about the scene that unfolded before them. Xanthanius picked the blood stained crown from his father’s head and placed it on his. “Welcome to a new reign of Aspena” he said proudly. The years of training paid off. AUTHOR’S NOTE (PLEASE READ ME!) Thank you for counting this book worthy of your attention and time! Welcome to my first ever attempt at a Romantasy (Romance and Fantasy) genre. I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

"She’s already protecting it." Roman didn't say a word. He simply leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his broad shoulders shaking with a silent, profound relief. He held her as if she were the most precious thing in the world, his scent of cedar and rain enveloping her. "Then we will raise a warrior," he rasped against her skin. "The strongest the Vale has ever seen." "He or she will be a handful if they take after their father," Willow joked, her fingers tangling in his dark hair.

I never told anyone, not even my closest friends who my mate was and that I rejected her, I kind of knew how Drax felt when he lost his first mate, that's why I regretted rejecting Addison but it was too late to fix things. ****** Roman It was almost time for the coronation in a few hours and I was balls deep in a she-wolf, I was happy my plan was working. I was pounding into her as she was moaning loudly, good thing my room was away from everyone's ears. She reminded me of Lily with her hair and petite size so I was picturing my future Queen, I couldn't wait to get her in my bed for eternity. Her firm breasts bounced as I was thrusting in and out of her hard, holding her waist in place, her

“Traitor.” Before I could argue, another voice joined the conversation. “Neither one of you is wrong.” Roman walked into the room. I immediately groaned. Great. More people. Just what I needed. Roman pointed directly at me. “You would absolutely try.” Then he pointed toward the Kings. “They would absolutely stop you.” Raiden nodded. “Correct.” Zayden nodded too. “Very correct.” Roman folded his arms. “And if she somehow got away from both of you, she’d still end up dragging half the palace with her.” A grin spread across his face. “At minimum.”

“Oh. Oh no. You really have not had sex, have you?” “I already told you no!” I protested. “We have not,” Andre said curtly. “I see.” Roman sloshed his drink around in the glass. “Well then. Shall we return to discussing A Court of Thorns and Roses? I have opinions on the book’s views on feminism.” “Why would you think we had sex?” I asked. “Because of the wording of the contract,” Roman replied simply. “Joemar told me you discovered the loophole. And, to be quite frank, you and Andre have appeared quite fond of one-another since I returned today.”