Gladiator Lucius Verus Novels & Stories

Linus and Maximus climbed out of the old dilapidated mill and faced Lucius and his soldiers. Lucius stepped forward with a smirk. "My, my… bloodsuckers." Linus glared at him, his fangs creeping out. "Stay calm, doggy, no need to get all feisty," Lucius laughed. Maximus growled, about to charge at him but Linus stopped him. "What do you seek, Lucius?" "Surprise, surprise, you do know who I am. Been in town a great lot, haven't you?" "No," Linus gritted his teeth, "I heard honor soldiers call you by the name."

And at the moment when Marcus raised his left hand to use his magic and kill him, Lucian raised his sword high, and for the second time he was cutting off the hand that he intended to harm him. For the second time, his cries rang out in loud pain, and he began to call for help from his brother, as he stumbled backwards with faltering steps, until he fell to the ground, drowning in his own blood... Lucien looked at him very calmly, and did not care that he asked his brother, the king, for help. Rather, he approached him and began to stab him in different places all over his body while the other screamed for mercy, before he fell to the ground, breathing with great difficulty...

' His eyes narrowed into a slit, his resolve hardening. ‘Like this disgraceful bunch!’ “Who is your master, you faithless dogs!” he roared, a battle-cry against his dishonorable former comrades. He swung his gladius. It flashed like a glittering serpent in the air, fangs bared. Ready to devour any opponent that came close. ‘I would rather die than let any harm befall my true master!’ he chanted inside his head. CLANG CLANG Lucius sidestepped his enemy's awkward blow, his gladius a blur as it disarmed his attackers before they even realized their greatest mistake.

"He has admitted to killing the Lortal." As if on cue, the hushed whispers intensified, spreading like wildfire, Jupiter cleared his throat and all went silent once again. "He admitted to killing the Lortal, Hannibal Barca." That's not too bad, Lucian thought. He'd probably get a beating and be done with it and judging by his appearance and the solidifying merlot blood on the floors of the court, he had been punished already. Then what exactly was this meeting for?

WHO’S SERAPHINA? “ Are you sure it’s really her? The witch?” Raphael asked after a while and Lucious nodded his head. “ Erhmm…” Raphael seemed to have his doubts. “ Are you really sure Lucious? I don’t—” “ I told you it’s her Raph!” Lucious cut him off. “ She’s definitely the one. I saw her standing before my mate through the mind link before I rushed out, and guess what? I found the warrior I sent to watch after Haven, out cold on the ground when I got there, and the fool couldn’t even remember anything. Who’s doing will that be if not Seraphina's? That disgusting woman!" He said through gritted teeth.

Lucius smiled, but with arrogance in his expression, they walked together. "Just fine. You haven't gotten rid of the person who did that to you?" “I'm trying to do it. Crushing it from the bottom is great fun. The higher than the pain when he fell, Mario.” Mario smiled, he knew Lucius was that kind of man. He likes to play his enemy, who thinks he is victorious but only runs in Lucius' palm. The illusion created by Lucius is truly deadly.

The monster's body is covered with black armor, except for his eyes, mouth, and nose. Lucius is from the planet Croxutis where he’s military general and considered to be a God and an immortal. The last time he came to earth was by flying fighting ships. When he lost the war against the Gods, Goddesses, shifters, and vampires he was dragged underground. Lucius thought Phobos would have discovered the whereabouts of the four mega boxes. Last time he was on earth the boxes were distributed to different packs and coves and the Greek God and Goddess had one. He’s sure that hasn’t changed. He has never thought anyone's more intelligent them he is, but especially Zeus. He and Zeus were face-to-

“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.”

“We’re on our way. Stay safe. Don’t open the door for anyone else.” The line clicked off. Chloe lowered the phone, clutching it like a lifeline. Lucius had been watching her with a wolfish grin the whole time. He leaned lazily against the wall, his shirt speckled with drops of blood he hadn’t bothered to clean. “Ah, reinforcements. I suppose the cavalry is coming.” His gaze slid to Valerius. “Tell me, brother… are these women soldiers, witches, or simply more lovers you’ve collected?” Valerius’s glare was sharp enough to cut. “Mind your tongue, Lucius. You are a guest in this house.”