Gladiator Megatron Novels & Stories

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

They found out that, they got extra strength from the mana that Kian shared. The shadow knights are showing their powers. Myron is throwing wind blades to those who tried to go near him. "Fuck, Myron! You almost hit me!" Sean whined while using his telekinesis throwing the enemies away. "Sorry! But don't worry, only the enemies are going to get hit." Myron replied. A sudden earthquake happened when Neo smashed the ground with his fists. "Uh, guys, can you focus?" he said. Jax and Dominic are busy fighting with some rogues in their wolf form. Jax's wolf is golden brown while Dom's has a mix of grey. On the other hand, Theo is fighting his brother.

So far, Leon had fought dozens of times and was still alive. It was a special day because a noble had a beast to release into the gladiator arena. The animal had a giant body that was stocky and strong like a bull but had leather wings like a bat. His eyes were blood red, and his head resembled the head of an ugly monster. A row of sharp fangs lined like saw blades in its grimacing mouth, ready to crush anything. His foul-smelling saliva dripped down. His eyes were wide with threat, accompanied by a terrible growl.

Victorious and towering above his fallen opponent stood Lucius, the gladiator known as the Lion of Rome. His body was a masterpiece of strength and ferocity, bronzed from endless hours under the sun, his muscles carved from the relentless training that had forged him into the empire's most celebrated warrior. His dark eyes, fierce and unyielding, scanned the roaring masses, his chest heaving with exertion. In the shaded balcony above, Claudia, a patrician woman of noble blood, watched him with rapt attention. Her delicate fingers gripped the railing, her knuckles pale against the gold trim as her eyes remained fixed on him.

“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.”

He froze, panting. "So, The Destroyer has awoken!" Magnus' voice boomed over the crashing of the waves, mocking him. Brand heard the mumbling and shifting of a crowd. He said a silent prayer to the gods that Astrid and Ulfhild had somehow escaped. "Get him up," the Chieftain commanded, and the now familiar giant hand grasped his upper arm and yanked him to his feet. He glared at Sigurd as he spat sand from his mouth. The man smirked at him, and Brand's wolf snarled. This time, he didn't try to mask the sound and was rewarded with a look of uncertainty crossing the giant's face.

The cheers and chants from the spectators echoed like distant thunder, creating an overwhelming sensation for the young gladiator who was accustomed to the confined space of the House of Decimus. Facing the notorious Gaius Pratas, known as the "beast of Pratas," Alcides sensed the gravity of the challenge ahead. Pratas, a seasoned and ruthless gladiator, exuded confidence with every step. The crowd's thunderous cheers for their favorite champion added to the pressure mounting on Alcides' shoulders.

“There are two mighty warriors behind Dragun Squad. One is Maxime, a man who can read the secrets of God’s design, and the other is Spartacus, a man who can suppress all the demigods with a single slash. This man is Maxime, dubbed as Faceless.” Clifford, Juan, and the others were taken aback as soon as these words were spoken. “The great warriors who are behind Dragun Squad are powerful enough to protect the Celestial Empire. Why would a legendary powerhouse like him visit Komodo Island unexpectedly?” “No idea.” Jim shook his head. Tyr and Knucker were swimming as fast as they could toward the river’s surface. The water became extremely dangerous after the riverbed's bottom was shaken. Tyr w

If anything, Hadrian seemed protective, as huge as he was. Megan had been a latecomer she’d put with Brutus. In her opinion, he was “rough” which Eithne interpreted as “common”. Though not royal she had a famous ancestor and talked about the archbishop all the time. There was nothing remotely pious about the woman but she needed her on board from the outset. It wouldn’t do to be double-crossed from within. Rumour had it a new batch of gladiators was already being recruited. Eithne felt they had to act fast. She hadn’t managed to talk to all the girls but this would have to do.

They eventually reached the outnumbered enemies. Though everyone used their night vision, the eerie red glow of the Marc Antony's eyes gave the dark mech a grim facade. The vapor crest at the top of its head caused the medium mech in front of her to quail. Nevertheless, the pilot was a Platinum Leaguer, and he wasn't resigned to death. The enemy mech fired off an entire salvo of short-ranged missiles that blew back the Marc Antony, yet still the shield held though with half of its layers gone. "You're going to pay for that!" She yelled and dove back in to bash the mech into a battered pile of components.