The Romala Series - The Deceran King: Installment 3: The Plan
by Romano Ventura
THE STORY SO FAR:
Romala Elito meets up with a comrade, an Elito, and warns him about Queen Margeta. Tarus, the friend, meets the queen only to discover Romala’s warning was correct—she was only after the crown.
Romala removed his cloak, folded it and opened the case at the back of his motorbike. He put it in and closed it to then open a side panel.
Unbuckling the belt which held his sword, he folded it three times into a carry size and put that into the panel.
He didn’t bother to close it when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
“You’re right,” was all Tarus said as Romala swung round.
“What did she say?”
“She’s only after one thing.”
“Let me guess…the Deceran crown.”
Tarus nodded. “I want in.
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The Romala Series: The Deceran King - Installment 2: The Betrayal
by Romano Ventura
Outside in the grand hallway, Romala came face to face with his enemy, Tarus Serano, Captain of the Elitan guards.
“Back for more,” Tarus spat out as he grinned widely.
“I received more.” Romala took the Decerans from his pocket and shook them in the air. “And there’s more to come.”
The grin dropped off his face. Red raged in his eyes, his lips tightened. “Don’t get too settled in.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that,” Romala replied as he put the Decerans back in his pocket.
“What are you saying?”
“Get out while you can.”
“I’m staying right here.”
“Then she’ll betray you. “
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The Romala Series - The Deceran King: Installment One - Romala’s royal assignment
The new fantasy series The Romala Series by Romano Ventura published by S Cuppari is been released as a blog. Installment of the epic fantasy will be posted at the author’s official site as well as this site.
Installment One: Romala’s royal assignment
“I need your help,” Queen Margeta of Decera stated.
Romala Elito was taken aback. He hadn’t heard those words from Deceran royalty for some time.
“Why? I no longer serve you.”
“You’re still an Elito.”
Romala shot out of his chair, blue rage shone in his eyes. “Ma’am, I lost that priviledge when you hung me out to dry.”
He watched the Deceran queen get up from her desk and walk over to him.
He took in every inch of her body—those curves made his insides go crazy. Ever so slowly he let his eyes travel up the blue dress that clung to her body skin tight. Then to meet creamy white skin, soft red lips and blue-silver eyes.
Those eyes got to him every time—no, it was the mystery behind them.
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