Geta Gladiator 2 Novels & Stories

I'm never going to make that mistake. Nevertheless, I'm not going to allow all of what Celine said to get in the way. I know she wants to get to me so I can give up, but that's not happening. It takes two to tango, and am an expert dancer. Darren hasn't admitted that's he's with Celine yet, so that means there's still hope. Watch out for me... The game just got real..... . . . Natalie's P. O. V

’ Lord Atticus laughs as blood begins to dribble profusely from his mouth. ‘My only regret.’ he says, choking on his blood, ‘was not being able to finish him off before your pack arrived.’ he smiles and flings his head back, laughing. He heaves for air as I push my dagger in deeper. I then lean forward and whisper in his ear. ‘Inferno Flamo.’ I say. Everyone gasps and steps back as he erupts into flames, wailing and screaming until he becomes nothing but a pile of ash at my feet.

“His name was… Varo?” “Hm-hm.” Curly blonde hair, almost white, with blue eyes. He is tall, bronzed by the sun, every muscle cut to perfection, with a sweet boyish face that gives him an almost cherubic appearance. “He wasn’t part of the rebellion you know,” Gannicus steps out behind a tree and starts to pick at the bark. “He was a Gladiator. Just a slave. One of Marcus’s prized possessions.” “And Marcus crucified him anyway?” Gannicus sighs and nods. “He was the kind of man who would have put his own child upon the cross if it meant he’d get what he wanted. And it was always more… more power, more money, more influence.”

Nero chuckled before he leapt across the room with the speed and agility of a panther and grabbed Matteo tightly by the neck. His eyes blazed with a high intensity that his amber eyes were almost onyx in colour. The older man's eyes threatened to bulge from his sockets as he struggled to free himself from the seething dark-haired Lord. Alas, his strength was no match for the virile younger man. “The only reason that I will not tear out your tongue right now is because I want you to take this message to your wife and your daughter.” Nero paused to let his words sink in. “I don't eat the leftovers of the swine,” he growled into the older man's face before he flung him away from him.

I opened my eyes to see a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. The man was in his late 60s, standing tall in a crisp military uniform. The sight of the general stars on his shoulders made my eyes sting. He stood in front of the meat grinder. With one hand, he slammed the power switch off. With the other, he grabbed the guard by the throat and tossed him ten feet away like a ragdoll. Ariel turned deathly pale. "Who the hell are you?"

Lands of Gliala: Atarah was geared for war. The sunlight struck harshly against her golden armor, blinding anyone standing beside her. That’s why she stood alone, in front, on top of her Akhal-Teke. Bearing the black rifle on her back and two blades on her belt. She donned on the red cape, embroidered with the Royal seal. A curved sword between two diamonds. Her army was positioned on the hill overlooking the vast war-torn land of Gliala. Once a thriving city of farmers, but when the Lura ravaged the land, bringing chaos, the city became ashes.

Goldie drags him away from her, leaving a light trail of blood as he gathered an acceptable distance in between the two. “YOU FUCKER! SHE’S GOING TO GET US KILLED!” Goldie clamps down Leonardo’s mouth with his hand. A golden glow emits from the two as Leonardo continued to struggle and yell another string of curses. He jerks under Goldie’s hold, adamant about being set free. The more he opposed, the more energy he loses, and eventually he loses consciousness.

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.

Edrand grinned at her, loving the color draining from her face. Isolde ended up with the second gladiator. The male was lithe with muscles curling around his arms and chest. He seemed to be a good fighter. At that, Draco declared the fight open. The gladiators circled each other with intensity first before attacking. Isolde's gladiator landed gut-wrenching punches on Edrand's male, knocking him off his feet. A roar ensued as Edrand's male crumbled on his back, rolling on the floor.