Roman Series Novels & Stories

He didn’t believe me, but he let it go. Lucy jogged over, bright and breathless. “Morning! Ready to get destroyed?” “Only if you’re the one doing it.” She grinned, her enthusiasm infectious. “Challenge accepted.” We stretched together, but before she could tease me again, a ripple moved through the crowd. Roman had arrived. He didn’t just walk; he commanded the space around him. Tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair tousled as if he’d run his hands through it on the way here. His storm-gray eyes swept over the warriors, sharp and assessing.

Raven I walk into the quiet house and find Roman in the bar just off the main hall. He’s pouring himself a glass of whisky, still wearing the shirt from the press conference. His tie hangs loose around his neck, and his sleeves are rolled up to his forearms, like he stripped off the armor the moment he stepped through his own front door. He pauses when he hears me, but he doesn’t turn around immediately. “Did you really mean everything you said out there?” My voice comes out smaller than I intended.

Roman spoke softly, his voice thick with a raw, trembling rasp as he stepped off Adam’s chest, leaving the groaning man helpless on the floor. He closed the distance between them in two long strides, his broad hands coming up to gently, reverently frame her face. His thumbs checked her cheeks, her neck, and her shoulders, his long fingers trembling slightly as he inspected her for any mark. "Did he touch you?" Roman growled gently, searching her eyes. "Did he hurt you?" Juliet looked up into his handsome, sharp face—at the raw, unpolished devotion bleeding from his gaze, at the titan who had personally fought for her life without hiding behind his fortune.

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

Roman concluded and everyone agreed on that matter. The meeting was over and I was so excited to head back home to my mate. I was already packing my luggage when Roman called me into his chamber. It was the first time that he specifically asked anyone to spoke with so I immediately went to him. When I got there, I found him with Damian and Marcus his son. "Yes, sire. What can I do for you?" I stated. "Come." He gestured me to join them and handed me a glass of wine. "I heard that there have been some rogues that were caught lurking at your territory."

Angel said and rolled her eyes “What's your name?” I asked “Why would I tell you, maybe your one of those guys who kidnap me,” She said “You know uno don't talk to her because I'm getting pissed at her” Angel said and left us “I'm not one of those guys I got kidnap here 3years ago and I'm Rhythm but you can call me uno” “Uno huh because you're the one who got here first?, btw I'm klea” she said Oh,she guesses easily when the uno came from interesting.

Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself. "You can't exactly judge," I replied as I pointed to the guy. "He was part of Moon Shadow prior to their downfall. He just hasn't been fully accepted into the pack," Luca said. I could see his fists clenched at his side and I could hear the way in which he was controlling his breathing which only served to make me smile to myself.

"I don't know Jane but whatever it takes and I am serious about that" Henry normally sat by the side of his window at night. He normally loves the view of the tall building,the shining lights,the billboards and the sound of moving vehicles.There he was staring at the satisfying view,holding a glass of wine in his hand and smiling to himself.Just when he was about to poke his head out of the window to look downwards,he got a notification from his laptop. It was a video call notification coming from his brother Fred. He walks towards the bed,sits on the bed placing his laptop on his thighs and picks up the call. Fred started the call with a wild laughter which surprised Henry.

“From our lord and Emperor Caesar Randall Tiberius, Supreme Leader of Remas and Recipient of the People’s Senate. ‘I hereby Declare a State of the War in the Remanian Empire. Our War with Persiais over, but we face another foe. A massive rebel force that seeks to raise anarchy, death and to ensure Destruction of all that we have fought for. They have assaulted the cities of Londana, Stantum, Barcelos, New Capua, Rendra and the Capital herself. They have slaughtered many good Remanian citizens and are robbing us of our hard earned peace. Let us remind these fools of the Might of Remas. Glory to the Legions, Strength and Honor and Roma Eterna’ “

I stopped when I came across a book titled: The Fascination With Werewolves. I slid the black book out and moved my fingers over the delicate gold calligraphy over the surface of the hardcover. It was beautiful. I flipped the book open and scanned its yellow-stained pages as it's showed depictions of werewolves, the werewolf trials and the full moon and its involvement in the cycle of change. "That's my great grandfather's book." I turned around to see Damien standing a few feet away from me. He had removed his mask earlier and every time I looked at him, I couldn't help but look at the scar across his cheek. I suspected that he hated it but if anything, it made his rugged beauty stand out.