Romans & histoires Young Justice Roy

“You've only been working with him for a couple of weeks.” “You're right,” she told her aunty. This was the moment of truth. She checked with Marco, and she could now tell family about his identity. “But I'm learning more about him every day. In fact, there's something I want to tell you about him, but you have to promise to keep it a secret.” “Who would I even tell a secret to, bean?” Faye replied with a laugh. “I promise I won't tell a soul.” “Marco is a prince of an island.”

ZAYN’S POV A few years had passed and I had finally found a pack I could call mine, and we had grown strong and fierce together. We trained together every day, pushing ourselves to be the best we could be. Even my son, yes Roy, had grown up to be a handsome young boy, and I was proud to call him my son.

After Draco’s death, he was officially made the Alpha of the pack with no one left in Draco’s lineage and Royce by default became the heir apparent. “You’re a long way from home yourself, alpha Scion,” Raven bows slightly to him, steadying her heartbeat, hiding her apprehension from her face, staring at the towering figure in front of her. Royce stands many inches taller than her, wearing a pair of black pants with a black short sleeve that hugs his biceps tucked into it, his sleeve tattoo on both hands running out of his shirt, down, all the way to his wrists, his hair shaved on both sides with a perfect pony tail hanging down the middle.

"Neil, come here. Let me take care of you." Neil stepped out from behind me, summoning the courage to face the monster. "I remember you. You killed Uncle Young." "That was for your own good," Roy said, switching between a false gentleness and a chilling tone. "If Uncle Young hadn’t died, you would have been trapped on that mountain forever." He seemed to have split personalities—one moment he was warm, the next, menacing. "It’s okay. You come to me, and we can be together as a family."

As he was trying to make sense of what was happening, the answer was revealed to him. “Get out of Prime City, Tyr Summers! Do not blame me for anything that follows if you refuse.” A man around the same age with Tyr, stepped out of one of the sedans. It was not their first meeting. He was Jay Blade, Connie Yorke’s bodyguard. At that moment, Tyr suddenly understood. Considered a deity of the Riverdale Province, Jay was more than just Connie’s bodyguard, he possessed extreme powers in Prime City’s underground world. He was sometimes called Little Czar.

“Definitely bad blood between the cousins.” Oh, I sensed that as soon as Alpha King Xalen exhaled, “Roy, you are back.” It was clear the Alpha King didn’t want him back here. “I heard about what happened with Laura and knew I had to be here for the family,” Roy said—or am I supposed to refer to him as Alpha Prince? He is, in fact, royalty.

' He asked. 'There is no emergency. I want you to do me a favour and you will be handsomely rewarded. Come in and sit down,' I said and we left the doorway. He entered the room and saw Roy. Although they had never met I had told him about Roy. 'It is good to finally meet you Alpha' Roy.' 'Roy, this is Jay. The tux guy,' I said introducing him. 'Oh, finally I put a face to the designer. I love the tux you sold to Roman,' Roy said offering his hand to Jay in a handshake

Untying the tiny scroll, he read the tiny letters: "Dear Rojan, it is me, Wayne. I just got back home last night. Proceed with your duties, acquire the statement of account, and come back home immediately. Bring the human girl along with you, she must be kept safe at all costs." His heart swelled with pride at this message, that was why Wayne was king. He made the best decisions; this just confirmed all that he had been doing was right. If Wayne was put in the same shoes, he would do the exact same thing. He would not suffer anyone to become collateral damage except the person really deserved such a fate. Wayne was a kind-hearted, understanding, logical, and very wise king just like his fat

He walked towards his office, getting inside he saw two men already sitting there, one was young, in his mid twenties, with tall and muscular body just like Damian, with brown eyes and black hair, he was his younger brother Roy. His eyes darted from his brother to his father who was sitting there glaring at Damian, his blue eyes were boring holes towards damian's direction, he has a very fit body for someone his age, the only thing that showed his age were his grey hair and stubble... Roy stood up from his chair and engulfed Damian in a tight brotherly hug... "Brother, how are you ?" Roy's voice was filled with worry... "Perfectly fine, don't worry roy..."

Therefore, Yumi chose to be silent. Roy yelled amidst the crazy shouts from the angry crowd, "Today, I will teach this arrogant Dasha scum a lesson. Let it be known that Cherrytopia is not to be insulted!" Roy stepped forward as he spoke. A five-meter-long thunder spear appeared in his hand. Roy was instantly surrounded by lightning. His thunder spear was discharging bolts of lightning like he was the god of thunder himself. His spiritual pressure soared to the sky and enveloped the area within a hundred meters. It was suffocating.