Roman The Originals Novels & Stories

“You’re chasing Romano, but you’re blind to the bigger picture.” Leo crossed his arms. “Then enlighten us.” Sophia smirked. “Romano isn’t just reviving Marcella’s empire. He’s been working with The Revenant for years.” Ethan’s voice crackled through Isabella’s earpiece. **“I’ve been digging into this. The Revenant isn’t just one person—it’s an underground

Roman replied. Everyone else in the room acknowledged his words, and he greeted them warmly. That was Roman at his core. He had been the coolest boss ever while I worked at his company. But he was also just as strict as he was easygoing. He never tolerated carelessness. The door opened again, and Xavier walked into the lab, his expression unreadable. “Alpha Xavier of the Moonridge Pack,” Roman said as he watched Xavier enter. “Nice to meet you again, Alpha.” “Alpha Roman,” Xavier replied, extending his hand for a handshake.

Why should we believe whatever you say, and who are you? The man's gaze swept the room, examining each one closely. At last, he let out a breath and reclined in his seat. "My name is Roman. Prior to his downfall, he was employed by Victor Kain. Julien's mouth clenched. "We wouldn't trust you if you were one of Kain's men."

“Then tell me who you really are.” Roman’s gaze sharpened slightly, though his smile didn’t waver. “I’m exactly who I said I am. Roman. A wolf who goes where he pleases. I’ve seen the world, and yes, I’ve been on the fringes of rogue packs. But I’m no traitor.” “You’re a rogue, then,” Ardan pressed. Roman shook his head. “I said I’m a “traveler,” not a rogue. There’s a difference, Alpha. I don’t pledge myself to anyone, but I’m not your enemy.”

“You’re stubborn, you know that?” “I’ve been called worse.” Though it didn't reach his eyes, a tiny smile tugged at his lips. “Fine. But if you’re in, you’re in all the way. No turning back.” With my heart racing, I nodded. "I get it." His voice trailed off to a whisper of conspiracy as he leaned nearer. “Roman isn’t just dangerous—he’s connected. Powerful people owe him favors, and they’ll protect him at all costs.” "What about Camille?" With a deliberately bland tone, I asked

“I don’t care if she cries, faints, or sells Ryan’s kidneys to pay off her debts. She can figure it out.” Roman’s lips parted, but no sound came out for a long moment. His eyes glistened strangely, and then he whispered, “I’m not here for Julia. I… I came for myself.” That stilled me. Roman? The eternal mediator, the peacemaker, the guy who could smile through a hurricane? He had never once shown me weakness, not even when he learned of Ryan and Julia’s fornication. “What do you mean, yourself?” I asked, lowering my arms but keeping my distance.

Roman frowned, his features became neutral and his eyes seemed to lose the light that they had earlier, he looked dead and lifeless like his soul had been drained from his body. “Who is that Roman?” Reyna asked, noticing the change in his demeanor. “My Father, Ettore Knight.”

Bianca yelled, yanking Alaric’s arm. Roman let out a cocky laugh, showing his bloody teeth “See? She still loves me. I told you. We don't have to do this” “You are still talking?” Alaric growled. “You'll have to cut off my tongue then,” Roman said with a smirk. “The Roman guy, is it?” Alessandro’s eyes narrowed. Bianca nodded. “How the hell did he get in here? Who let him past security?” Alessandro asked. “She called me over, She said we needed to talk…isn’t that right? Tell them, Bibi”

"Have you always been this sharp-tongued, or did a little taste of freedom change you? Because the Maya I know barely said a word during family dinners." "Maybe you never knew me at all," I said, lifting my chin. His eyes flicked past me—to the man standing just a little too close. "And who is this?" Before I could open my mouth, Roman's voice cut in, smooth and laced with challenge. "I'm the reason she didn't run back to you." He stepped forward, casually slipping an arm around my waist like it was second nature, like I belonged there. Roman's gaze never left Damian. "Roman Volkov."

The driver's side door flung open immediately, and Roman stepped out onto the stones, his massive frame unfolding from the vehicle like a force of nature. He took one look at me standing there shirtless, covered in a light sheen of sweat and another man's blood, then looked down at Graham's weeping, bleeding form sprawled beneath me. He didn't even blink. His expression remained neutral… he'd seen worse, done worse, and we both knew it. He just removed the unlit cigarette from his mouth and tucked it behind his ear with casual efficiency. "Well," Roman said, his voice a dry, gravelly bark as he walked over, his heavy leather boots clicking against the stones in a steady rhythm, "looks like t