Romanos 12 19 Novels & Stories

Romulus' voice was low, husky, and commanding. "I dare not, my Lord." Using his nails, Romulus pricked his flesh till it turned red. "If you do not," he said in a threatening voice. "I'll snap your head off your neck." The servant froze and slowly, he lifted his head till his eyes met Romulus’.

She added and in the next second, the link was cut off. Roman swiftly walked down the hallway, toward his study. He had already given laid down instructions to his Beta, Zarius. However, he had one last thing to do. Going into his study, with his head down, he looked up to see Zarius already standing by his table. "I heard you are finally leaving!" Zarius said, with a neutral look. "Yes!" Roman answered, coldly. "I have given instructions and you should follow them accordingly! Also, make sure to support the Luna with the things she needs to do." He instructed.

“I’m not your Queen if you twist my words into murder.” The camp fell silent. “You want to reclaim something?” Nora hissed. “Start with your damn humanity.” She dropped him, letting him crumple to the dirt. “Pack up. Get out. If you ever wear my mark again, I’ll hunt you myself.” They rode back under the weight of a dying sun. Roman didn’t speak for most of the journey, his silence louder than any argument. Finally, as the first stars began to show, he said, “You did what you had to.”

Czaquira asked. “Not yet.” Xol responded. “It means there is still something missing.” Czaquira slowly shook her head while cursing Simon Ferran for a bit in her mind. ‘You’re giving us headache, Mr. Simon.’ Ferran wrote something on the piece of paper they were using. ~~~ R-O-M-12:12—12|13|14|15 - hope II-C-O-R-4:10—31|32|33|34|35 - dying

“You know there’s more than obedience here.” Roman’s eyes flickered, not with surprise but with an interest that rewired Luna’s fear into something like strategy. “I hear things,” he admitted. “Whispers. Dreams. The squeak of a mouse inside the wall. But hearing and understanding are different.” He lifted one shoulder, the dismissive gesture of a man who believed himself above the petty human drama around him. “At dawn, we will see who is brave enough to be clever and who is foolish enough to hide behind silence.”

His eyes looked hungry when he saw me. "Come here Michael," he said quietly. "Tonight we finish your penance properly." I walked up the steps until I stood right in front of him. The altar felt cold under my hands when I touched it. Father Elias opened the Bible and turned to a page he had marked. He read the verse in his deep calm voice. "Romans 6 verse 13. Do not offer any part of yourself to sin as an instrument of wickedness but rather offer yourselves to God as those who have been brought from death to life and offer every part of yourself to him as an instrument of righteousness."

“They stare at anything that breathes.” His voice sent a tiny shiver racing down her spine. Damn him. She kept her eyes forward. “I’m not nervous.” “Liar,” he whispered, but gently. Before she could snap back, Don Romano raised his glass, signaling a toast. The room quieted instantly, as if a switch had been flipped. “This family,” he boomed, “stands strongest when united. Tonight is not merely dinner. It is a reminder—to our friends, and our enemies—that the Romanos do not fall.”

Lucas spat out, his voice filled with defiance and pain. I pushed Ramon away from Lucas, stepping between them to diffuse the escalating situation. “Enough, Ramon; your lies and manipulation end now.” Roman’s face contorted with rage as he glared at me, his fists clenched at his sides. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” he growled, his voice dripping with venom. “I will not let you ruin everything I’ve worked for.”

"They left a message." "What kind of message?" I asked. "They carved some words into his tombstone with some kind of heavy duty machine. They wrote deep letters you can even feel with your fingers. They said, 'The last Romano will fall at the beginning.'" I closed my eyes, trying to process everything that had happened in the past twelve hours. The fire, Lorenzo's death, the journals revealing Marcus's true origin, the cyber attack, and now this. Each attack was personal. He wanted to cause a lot of damage to us.

Romeo lets out his canines, bites Julius, and drinks his blood. Contrary to what Julius expected, he only feels the bite. Romeo sucking his blood from him made him shudder with pleasure, almost making him come again. When Romeo stops, Julius's skin is already reacting, and where before there were two holes, now there is an infinity symbol, which was inside a moon, and under the moon, the flowery letters: “R&J”