Roman Reigns Gif Novels & Stories

“A red tattoo depicting a wolf, an axe and a sword?” Roman looked at her, furrowing his brows. “Yes. How did you know that?” “That’s because I’ve seen him before.”

I asked, my curiosity piqued. "They are the markings of Royalty," Raphael said, his voice filled with awe, "of a great King, one who rules with wisdom and power." He gazed at my phone with wonder, his eyes tracing the glowing patterns as if seeing them for the first time, but still knowing what they meant. "This is me?" he was shocked. What did this mean for him... We were all Finally Home! (Thank you so much for reading my books, Please read my new book: "Lusting for their Forbidden Mate" It's a Werewolf romance Erotica, I hope you enjoy it too.)

Jane shot back, "What else would you be doing?" "But I can't ride as fast as you. I'm afraid I'll slow you down." Jane patted him on the shoulder, her tone stern, "Wallace, it's time to go back and settle the score." Wallace immediately cupped his hands in salute. His eyes reddened from emotion. "Roger that!" - In Romenia, the aging King Ronald lay comfortably on the lap of a beautiful woman, his eyes half-closed in relaxation. Suddenly, an urgent report came from outside.

Richard "Regina, the Queen of Illuminare," Richard announced to the crowd. The crowd erupted in applause, their eyes fixed on me. I stood shocked by the cheerful repose from the pack member; I wasn't really accepting such good repose from my people. I never thought they would accept someone so young and unqualified to be their queen. As I gazed at their adoring faces, a sense of responsibility washed over me. I don't know if I deserve such kind hospitality from all these people. I felt overwhelmed by the weight of their expectations, unsure if I could live up to the title bestowed upon me. However, Riichard placed his hands on my waist as he gently pulled me to him, offering me reassurance a

You would think the Queen of England was walking in the room, but really they're just practicing good sportsmanship, like rival football teams giving each other high fives after a game. Finally the last man that walks into the room is in fact Roman, he is so much like Marcel in so many ways, accept for in their style. Where Marcel practices grace, and dignity, but with an iron fist, Roman seems to be wild, and unpredictable, a loose cannon per se, which might make him one hundred times scarier than Marcel. His blonde hair, piercings on his brow, and lip, and gauges in both ears, tattoos poking out of the collar of his shirt, and of course his erotic behavior the night of the gala are the onl

the first man said. “I pictured her a little more … fleshy. Wrath’s a big guy,” the man said and sniggered. “My name is King and I’m the president of the Night Stalkers. If you behave yourself, you won’t be hurt too much. Wrath has a lot to pay for.” She had no idea where the courage came from, but she couldn’t stop the words spilling out of her mouth, maybe she didn’t want to. “And yet you’re punishing him by scaring a little boy and threatening a woman. How manly of you.”

Roman says with a death glare in his eyes as he gets up from his chair, holding his hand out for me, keeping up the facade of being the perfect gentleman. “Please don't hurt Ryan.” I say with tears in my eyes. “When I'm done with you princess, you would wish I had taken out my anger on Ryan.” Roman says with a determined crazed look in his eyes.

After buttoning his shirt up and making sure his hair was just right, he turned to face Ezra. “How do I look?” Roman asked as he adjusted the gold cuff on his upper arms. Ezra's eyes raked over his little Omega, covered in gold. Roman's eyes looked up at him so innocently and sparkled as he waited for his reply. Roman became nervous and began biting his bottom lip when the king didn't reply. He begins to turn to look at himself again, wanting to see what's wrong, but the King stops him. His head tilts back as he looks up at Ezra. His concern disappears when he sees the love in Ezra's eyes. His eyes close when Ezra's head dips, and presses kiss to his lips.

The other Kingdoms kept to themselves after Aidan's death, they didn't trust Roman although, for the treaty that still stands, they worked with him. The Fae and the Vampires don't particularly like him, and others just stay neutral, the rogues come and go as they please with Roman, however, he does keep them in line. Some rebels hate Roman's rule, and he usually eliminates them to stop any uprising, he has banished all history of Aidan and the others and the only history taught is that he is King and his bloodline will forever be on the throne. One day I will see Roman killed and I can't wait for that to happen, I just hope I live long enough to dance on his grave.

My eyes found Roman and fixed on him. His hair was matted to his forehead from sweat and there was a wide grin on his face. I guessed he was having the time of his life. I glanced at my wrist watch and bit my lips in thought, they had been playing around like that for a while now. Were they even hydrated enough? Would they listen to me if I called them to drink water? Just as I contemplated, Roman ran over, breathing heavily and exhausted. “Reign, I want water.” He smiled up at me.