Gladiator Verus Novelas e Histórias

It was a spectacle of coordinated brutality, a dance of death choreographed by Maximus himself. The Veronan gladiator, known for his swift strikes and calculated moves, found himself outmaneuvered at every turn. Alcides anticipated his opponent's every move, leaving Marcus in the perfect position to deliver devastating blows. The crowd, initially unsure of the dynamics at play, witnessed a masterful display of teamwork.

he walked in confident and she turned to him with her sword and he was less confident, and leaned back immediately before his head could get severed. Okay looked like his time was up. She rolled and kicked his ankle making him land hard on the ground. Not on the mat, on the hard ground and he hadn’t been given proper treatment so that hurt. She was over him and thrust it forward but he rolled away and she stabbed the ground.

That necklace was a trap, a setup so Nicole could steal everything that was supposed to be mine. That lying, manipulative jerk! My eyes burned, tears threatening, but I held them back. Ivor clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Don't cry. I've got a way to fix this mess."

“You know sometimes I wished I could just end the lot of them, you know?” Evander chuckled, knowing Agrippa would never have the guts to utter a single word should a god appear before them. The thought of ending them would be an impossible dream she would never act on. “I mean you could,” he played along. “I definitely wouldn’t mind tweaking your speed a bit, you know, give you an edge, so you can at least give one of the lesser gods, say Veritas, a little mark.” He urged mockingly, placing a hand to his chin as if in deep thought.

Another thing that must remain a secret or more enemies would be acquired. For many years now, Veris had always stood up for him, supported him and made sacrifices for him, so why was he standing against him now? “This cannot possibly be coming from you.” On this roof, they looked like a complete contrast. Veris, a bald man with writings tattooed to his head, adorned in white robes and with the most gentle look, and Ikrus, a complete opposite in a long buttonless long robe with black long pants. His scars were the scars of victorious battles and his eyes told the tales of the price that was paid for such victories.

Draco. Draco was enjoying watching Titanus teach the new gladiators how to become mortal gods. The training ground was littered with bare-chested males sparring and fighting under Titanus' command. Draco casually watched them from the veranda that overlooked the gladiators' den. He wrinkled his nose when one of the gladiators crushed his opponent's nose, drawing massive blood. Titanus smacked his whip over the ground, urging the gladiators to fight harder. The swinging and clacking of the wooden training

Jaden had a girlfriend and he never even mentioned her in front of us. I looked at Veronica. She was thin, and she was wearing a red track suit with her short hair in a perfect bob, while her hand around Jaden. Her face was plastered with a layer of makeup, which actually made her look like a fake barbie doll, placed in the window shelves of expensive toy houses. They did not look good together at all. Why on earth did I have to witness this? And looking around, I saw that almost every person was paired up with someone. Except me. Before I could react to this situation, the trainer came in and began to stare at the crowd.

"You… Don’t talk nonsense. Back then, it was one of my competitors who pushed you. It had nothing to do with us. The case was already closed years ago. The evidence was conclusive. Stop trying to pin your crimes on us!" Elara didn’t argue. Instead, she pulled out her phone and opened a surveillance video. The footage was blurry, but it still clearly recorded the entire process of their attack. Back then, Elara had discovered the affair between the two of them. Afraid she would expose them, Aurora and Kieran had planned to silence her permanently. Afterward, they fabricated clues and shifted the blame entirely onto one of Aurora’s professional rivals, Damian Rhodes. Using her connections in t

"Cranberry glitter glue. The holy grail of preschool warfare." An eyebrow twitched. Barely. But it was more reaction than she'd gotten yesterday. "I thought maybe we could do a little art therapy. Or just glue random objects to the scary wolves outside. Whatever works." No laugh. No smile. But the silence had shifted. The chair beside her scraped back. Not the angel. The other one. The always brooding demon of vengeance in black. Of course. He appeared like smoke—unannounced, uninvited, carrying gravity in his wake. He didn't speak at first. Just looked between them with a sharpness that felt like being dissected. His gaze dropped to the toast between them. Then to the glitter glue tube in h

Where is the little whore responsible for my son's death? ‘What did you call her?’ My father shouts angrily behind him. ‘You heard me! If that little useless, human whore of yours weren’t my son’s mate, he’d still be alive!’ I watch as my father shifts into his Lycan and holds Alpha Varan up by his throat. Alpha Varan grips my father’s wrists and tries to release his hands. His feet struggle to desperately touch the ground. Alpha Varan shifts into his wolf instead, and they fight. They knock over every vase and table along the corridor. Theo, Leo, Nathan and Alex struggle to separate them.