Cosmic Professional Gladiator Novels & Stories

It barely covered my thighs, and the fabric clung to my breasts, making my nipples poke through. Heads turned my way. Men in the stands pointed and whistled. I felt exposed, but a thrill ran through me. This was my chance for something wild. I scanned the arena. Three gladiators caught my eye. They had just won their fight and stood tall, covered in sweat and grime. The first one, Marcus, was bald and huge, over six feet with muscles like rocks. He held a net and trident, his eyes sharp and hungry. Next to him was Secundus, dark hair matted to his forehead, broad chest heaving as he gripped his sword. His arms were thick from years of battle.

The commentator started his job like usual, as he started hyping the fight. “Today, we shall find out who is the number one is. We shall watch one of these 2 geniuses fall as the other rises. Who shall be the winner? And who shall be the loser? Prepare yourselves, as we welcome these 2 gladiators into the arena.” The commentator didn’t even finish before one of the gladiators started walking into the arena. The World Destroyer walked into the arena confidently, as his armor made clanking sounds as he walked.

The second after he fiddled with the black stick, loud explosions occurred in succession and at the same time, the bodies of the Mammoths, snakes, as well as the artificial humans were scattered all over the place. Patriarch Yuan Kai gulped just as his forehead was hit by the severed head of his beloved artificial human body. In fact, the mammoth demon's body actually has immunity to various weapons or heirlooms. If his body could be cut into hundreds of pieces in one go, of course what needed to be questioned was Xuan Wu's strength. "You still want to be quiet after seeing all this?" A man who looked like a young man in his early twenties nudged the shoulder of his colleague who looked to b

You don't get to be attracted to the human embodiment of Eastern Bloc tension. Dmitri wasn't charming, he was carved. Like a cold war statue someone accidentally brought to life and handed a child. This wasn't butterflies. This was neurological betrayal. Whatever this was pinging through her, heat, adrenaline, whatever—needed to go straight back to whatever hormonal void it crawled out of. She was not here for cheekbones and frostbite flirtation. She was here for a paycheck. Juice boxes. Healing a small, silent girl. Not panting over broody Bond villains in cashmere armor.

Again I am wrong as I feel myself being lifted on top of a shield as the world around me goes dark… “Today 2 Exceptional Warriors stand before us in a bid for glory!!!” I’m back in the Capua Arena again, in my 7 year old body. “From the frozen wastelands of the North, with the strength of the Black Bear and the finesse the deadly Mountain Lions, I introduce to you!!! Virexius The Iron Ram!!!” The Gladiator wearing the Blue armor and horned helmet raises a sword as a salute to the deafening roar of the crowd.

And for the first time, he didn't feel like he was drowning. He felt like he'd been saved. **************************** INDEX: Murmillo- a type of gladiator fighter, uses a big shield Thracian- a type of gladiator fighter, a gladiator who uses speed

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

"I am ready, Arcturus. Let us face whatever challenges come our way, and may the power of the moon guide us to victory." Arcturus nodded, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Then let us go to battle, Princess. For the moon is full, and our time is now." I felt a surge of confidence and power. We led our pack into battle, the moon shining brightly above us. As we clashed with Rocco's followers, I could feel the moon's energy coursing through me. I raised my hands, and a beam of silver light shot out, striking our enemies with precision and force. Arcturus fought alongside me, his teeth and claws gleaming in the moonlight.

The ray of blue light faded and when I pulled my palm away from him the wound that once oozed with blood was non existent and the warriors of the Moon Crescent pack were now aware of the power I possess. “I'm Blue Lily pack’s strongest weapon because I fight like a beast and heal wounds like the gods.” ~KILLIAN’S POV~ A healer? Regina Shepard is a healer? A chill ran down my spine and the men present in this room were frozen in time. Leonard had his jaw sweeping the floor. The victim of Regina's surprise attack was still holding his chest in disbelief, probably wondering what happened to the wound on his chest. Even Callum was speechless as he stood by my side, his eyes as wide as saucers.

My legs buckled, then held. I wasn't a goddess anymore. I was a **Glitch in the Factory**. --- ### The Re-Entry Team Three men in white, sterile hazmat suits burst around the corner of a row of tanks. They weren't holding swords or magic pens. They were holding **Neural Prods**—long, metallic rods that hummed with enough electricity to knock a person back into a coma.