Geta Gladiator 2 Novels & Stories

I was just shocked to see what happened to the place. My attention turned to Raid and Marc. Electricity covered Raid's arms while a large spear floated above Marc. “The fight between the three of you was unfair. So mind if I join you?” Nicanor suddenly butted in the scene and went towards Glade’s direction. The two gave each other a high five “Now, let’s the real fight begin. Celestial Realm Augmentation: Garden of Aries!” Glade casted his spell as a retaliation to the two who attacked him consecutively. Even if he has two opponents earlier, he did not waver nor back out.

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

He then stood from his ‘throne’ and clapped his hands. “LET THE REAL FIGHT BEGIN!” He roared while addressing the crowd but his eyes never left mine. Like, he already knew he had won. The sound of metal against metal grinding together stabbed my ear drums. He turned back to me, his eyes ablaze with fire and fury “A slave cannot challenge their master, the penalty is death, but I have paid a pretty penny for you, so you will do what I bought you for… Gladiator.” I looked around to see several entryways had opened through the walls, metal doors that had remained closed since I had been here. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw what came walking out of those four entryways.

Ean's face contorted in disbelief and rage. "Nonsense! How could she be dead?" He stormed in, eyes wild with panic. Behind a few rows of shelves, a faint figure was curled up on the floor. Ean started shaking uncontrollably. I followed close behind him, my stomach turning at the sight of my own dead body. My eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead, directly at him. My face was icy, and all ten fingers were smeared with dried blood. The floor and walls were covered with the marks of my struggle.

Even the bug fixes matched mine. Something was seriously wrong. That was when a voice, low and sharp, cut right into my ear. "Kelsey, are you snooping through my code?"

She turned meekly toward Scar-Arm -- the one Gorlann had called Vercingador. Not wasting time, the gladiator motioned behind him. "Kneel behind me, girl. You can flick your tongue against my balls while I fuck this pussy. Hurry!" Gorlann had already stepped away for his final walkthrough of the villa. Meanwhile, feeling degraded beyond belief, Anaria knelt. The naked Imperium girl now had a perfect view of Scar-Arm's clenched buttocks and testicles jostling as he fucked his tied-up, bent-over victim. Latya's moans continued in time to the rhythm of the gladiator's thrusts. Anaria could see that cock lance Latya's pussy each time, sliding effortlessly into her welcoming wetness. Anaria had to

Her body writhed as Roman’s claws sank into her chest. “Traitor!” Gloria howled. Her voice was a mix of disbelief and anger. Roman’s face was hard. “You’ve served your purpose,” he spat. “This was never your legacy. It’s mine.” But Gloria wasn’t finished. With blood spilling from her mouth, she lifted one trembling hand with her fingers curling as she began muttering words in a language I didn’t understand. Her dark magic surged one last time, wrapping around her and flowing into the distance—toward Gilly.

Alfos reached out for him and patted him on the back, turning to the gladiators and said in a roaring voice. "I may be the champion of the pit, but...the beta here is the god of the pit. The first-ever gladiator." The gladiators clapped harder, cheering Alfos. "God of the pit!" "God of the pit!!" They roared as Titanus raised Alfos's hand in the air in honor. All the while, Alfos pinned his eyes on Lucinda.

My lips attempted to form another self-accomplished, shit-eating grin, but the muscles in my face refused to comply, and I was stuck somewhere between a constipated smile and a cry for help. Vladislav and Anatoly were still above the podium—or so I thought. I could barely see anything from behind the curtain of blood dancing across my eyes. God, I was so exhausted. But still, I had a chance of destroying Malcom Reece now. I had fulfilled my end of the bargain, and now Vladislav Moroz must fulfill his. The sharp clang of metal snapped me from my thoughts, the loud echo ricocheting through the bloodstained arena. The cage door flew open, and in came fury personified—with a mask.