Gladiator Megatron Novels & Stories

I’m Lylah Greystone. The strongest Gladiator in the arena.

The gladiator pulled out his opponent’s femur, crippling him. “Holy gods!” She gasped, shirking away from the sight of blood, muscles, and bones pulling out as the male yelped in the pit. The audience let out a boo at the failed gladiator while cheering the winner as he raised the bloody, broken leg of his opponent, roaring. “Looks like someone doesn’t have enough spine to watch the games. What then makes her the Luna?” Edrand spat. She raised her face and looked down at him. His eyes were fixed on her, a smirk curling his lips. “You’re too weak to be in our midst, you know?” He added.

The shiny blade is buried in the Latroot's back. The angry creature drops down to its belly once more and spins around toward the glowing male. Its bizarre spider-like eyes blink rapidly as it assesses its enemy, but the champion stays calm. The monster swings its front left arm forward, and the Glortinon dodges to the right. He lands almost next to the creature's head and suddenly drops his elbow to the back of the creature's neck. The Latroot roars, and as it tries to escape to the left, the champion yanks his knife out of its back.

Megara shook her head and completely turned towards him, her back facing Agnes and her right side facing Evenor and Master Shin. "Stop lying." Megara gritted her teeth in anger and the man shook his head. "Check my memory." He said and then a man stepped forward. The same man who was a lion among foxes. He walked past Megara and towards the beaten-up blonde man. He was famous for his magic, he had the same magic that Marco's disciple had but a lot more powerful.

“I beg you, never let these words out in front of my crazy brother. He has already lost his half-brain cells after you and will lose half after hearing this.” “What did you say?” I exclaimed and slapped his shoulder. “I’m kidding, girl.” His grin widened. “Now he is more like a human than a monster,” he said with a smile. “Luther doesn’t change himself but he lets you rule over him.” “Kids…!” Julian’s high-pitched voice called from downstairs. “Come down, don’t get us late.” “Coming, darling!” Cassius shouted back, hurried to the bed, and grabbed the veil. “Put this on.”

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.

Almost instantly, some color returned to his cheeks, and he let out a long shaky breath. “Thanks Grumpy,” Jax muttered, leaning his head against the damp wall. “But you still owe me a new harness. This one is ruined.” Malakai actually smirked, a quick flash of white teeth that made him look human for a split second. “I'll put it on the tab.” But the moment of levity didn’t last. A sound drifted down the tunnel rhythmic mechanical clicking. Malakai’s face went pale. “Scout drones. They've breached the tunnels”.

"Is he a monster now too?" Lihont nodded his head, a dark look of victory on his face. "Yes," Lihont replied. "He drank it without any hesitation because he knew his place. Now he is a powerful gladiator, a giant of shadows waiting on my signal to come out of the dark and kill. He is a loyal dog, unlike you."

This time, it was not going to be fooled. Darwin leapt back up and charged at the little monster, squeezing his leash in its face, but it did nothing except roar and shake, and within seconds, it had grown to double its original size and then some. "Fuck!" Darwin muttered something to himself. He chose not to wear a helmet or any other popular gladiator iron shield in order to be able to maneuver more quickly against his opponent during the fight. The ability to move quickly was just as vital as spear skills.

His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame. “I would like to introduce you to 2Pac GX7. He’s a prototype designed to look like the real 2Pac. He has an infinite neural net processor inside his head that helps him learn new things.” Irena tried to introduce 2Pac to Amy, who felt fascinated and creeped out by Irena’s cybernetic soldier. Amy wanted to get her child out of 2Pac’s arms. Somehow, she could feel the technological heat radiating from the metal man’s body. “Mommy!” Omar stretched his little hand out toward his mother.