Gladiator Lucius Verus Novels & Stories

Their blades met in one final, earth-shattering clash, and Veryon was forced to his knees. Lucius didn't relent. With a sweeping strike, he disarmed Veryon, sending his sword clattering to the ground. The hall erupted in cheers as Veryon fell, defeated. Lucius stood tall, his chest heaving, his sword glowing faintly in his hand. The crowd's roar echoed around him, but his focus remained on Veryon, who lay sprawled at his feet. Victory was his,He had won!

Or he could be Porcius, a tough thug, who had a mouth so strong he fought his way through death mills and arenas to be, again, a soldier, killing and oppressing others like himself. Lucius? A genuine Roman from Italy? Rufus smiled as he jogged, knowing he only watched out for him in case they encountered natives, and so he could have his supper rations delivered to him, which he didn’t share. He utterly despised Lucius and prayed to Lugh to send a shining spear to spite the olive-skinned man and take him away from slavery. Though not overly cruel, Lucius had served longer than most and neared an end to his career.

Lucius declared, glaring at him. “Obsessive much, well I guess I will stick with my other plan” he said and stood up. Lucius then decided to pull the trigger at him at that moment but he couldn’t because he felt a small pain in his right leg and his eyes turned blurry. His legs gave away and he fell on the floor and the last thing he saw was Bratva's shoe coming toward him before he blacked out completely. The Bratva looked at the unconscious Lucius and smiled, he had always heard about the infamous first son of Juventus who was as ruthless and dangerous as his mother but he never got to meet him.

He admitted with a casual shrug and Luci could only stare. “Make him pay? Even in death?” She couldn’t believe what she is hearing right now. The man is so ruthless he isn’t even willing to spare the dead his wrath? “Definitely in death my dear Lucianda.” He affirmed with flinty emerald eyeballs and Luci wasn’t sure which irritated her more. His coldness or his mocking way of referering to her name. “Could you please stop calling me that? My name is Lucianda Castos.” She snapped vexingly and the man arched a quizzing eyebrow.

I asked. “Yes. I gave him a bit of the serum to keep him alive. You can go in and take a look at him!” “Okay.” In a private room in the facility… Marcus was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. His thin body looked as if he did not have any breath in him. I strode over and stood over the bed. “Someone seems to be having a good life here!” I said, giving out a dry laugh. “Lucien, what did you guys do to me?” the man opened his eyes and looked at me with a cold gaze but I was not concerned.

"It would be too boring to call them." "Then how would you be interesting?" I really don't understand, "Does it have to be a bite to be fun?" They really do. One or two of them were so excited. Lucius had even taken off his coat. He was hunched over, ready to throw himself on the crocodile's back. I will admit that Lucius is in excellent health. If Antoninus is made of marble, Lucius is made of brass. He was a strong, tall man with bulging muscles, and he looked very hard, even metallic in the sun.

12 persuaded Lucas and Roman gave each other a glance, in Lucas’s eyes he doesn’t want roman to join but after all they were after the same cause. Kill the man who took so much from them, but killing people to achieve that wouldn’t make any sense. It’d only turn him into a monster he was not. “No!” he disagreed “Fine! But be careful, don’t get caught up in the heat and don’t get in my way” Legion threatened before walking away and they followed

This was my chance. In the background, Lucius’s voice boomed. “She is my mate– sex mate precisely. You can't have her.” “Her and the servants and slaves.” “Her. No servants and slaves.” “Don't be greedy. I'm making things easy for you. You think those warriors of yours will survive my wrath?” “If you want her then no warriors and no slaves or servants. Otherwise…” Lucius came by my side and started to touch my face. It was hard not to understand what was going down.

Lucius was the rightful heir all along. Tears streamed down my face as Lucien reached his hand up to me, regret flitting in his eyes and I knew his only regret was not knowing Lucius was the rightful heir of Kalmerus - the son who was there for him all along, the one he disregarded all the time. "Heal Lucius." He pleaded and I watched as Lucien built a barrier around him, protecting himself from any power a man could imagine. I shoot fireballs and ice spikes at him, but they disappear upon reaching his shield.

The man was annoying as hell, but the only one I knew to be able to hack into any security system around without getting caught. “I need you to hack into Porter’s business building security. Shut down the cameras, and once I am up, shut down the elevators.” “What exactly do you need me for?” Lucius asked. He was the darkest of the ones I had called here, a mercenary I met while trying to find Grace’s murderer. He had never lost a fight until he met me, and as such decided to stick by my side like an unwanted blemish. He’s someone I like to keep at a distance. I’ve seen the smile that crosses his face as he hears his victims scream, it’s one that still plagues my dreams at times.