Julius Caesar Novels & Stories

A heavy silence settled in the room, it was almost palpable and destructive until Soraia continued: -Nobody has anything else to say around here? -I do," Augusto said, as he sat down at Soraia's feet on the bed, "you know that Julius Cesar will keep chasing you, even more so now that he has tasted your blood. -But what does that have to do with it? After all, he has tasted many types of blood, right? Augustus sighed, scratching his head.

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...

"And, Omar is taking me to America with him!" Omar paused in what he was doing and looked up at Julius, whom he frowned at. "Soon as you change your name, Pueba!" he spat as he continued with his paper arrangements. Julius' mood turned sour as he pouted like an over-indulged child. "That is the name I have chosen, Omar! Julius Caesar was betrayed by his friend!" "And so?!" Omar didn't stop what he was doing this time. "Look, this is not the place to discuss this. We'll talk more when we get home," he said dismissively as he straightened up. His smile returned when he faced Philip again.

What are you planning, Julius? *

******************************** INDEX: villa urbana - A grand, luxurious country estate ientaculum - Breakfast or morning meal ligula - spoon culter - knife Vetera castrum - military camp in chapter 2 (little boots) fabulae - Mythical stories or legends, in this case, about the Roman gods Cicero and Caesar - Famous Roman statesmen and writers whose works and legacy would still have been widely studied and admired in ancient Rome historae - Historical accounts or stories gentes - Noble families or clans achromatopsia - A rare genetic disorder that affects Caligula's vision, causing him to see the world in shades of gray

His body was bruised and tired from the constant training (The General did not make things easy), but the voices in his head started to fade. Then one day... A letter crossed the borders and entered the King's abode. It was sent straight to Caesar's room, but his son received it. Julius did not intend to temper with the note, but curiosity got the best of him. 'You're not going to let your new father read that, are you? Know what it says first.' The voices returned. 'Quick! Take it before it's too late.' Julius hissed, squinting at the noise in his head. His conscience agreed with the voices, so he tucked the note in his robes just before Caesar came out in his hunting gear.

Many people laugh, but I'm just a little confused. I have no idea what he's about to say. "But that phrase, it is embedded deeper in our history than you'd think. Julius Caesar... historic Roman born dictator who lead for five years before his assassination in 44 BC. You're probably wondering what this has to do with anything, because of course this was centuries ago... But perfidy, however, has been strategy for just as long." I actually know that word. It means betrayal...

Romeo will help my dad because or else I will see my dad being sad and broken hearted. Suddenly there's a knock on the door and my dad got up from the seat instantly. He walked to the door and opened it. He smiled widely and shook the man's hand. I got up from the sofa and walked towards the door. My eyes widened and I gulped to see.. him. So he's Mr. Romeo. He saw me and he didn't look surprised at all. My dad led him inside and my dad asked him to sit. He smirked at me and then he turned to my dad.

Julius looks at Romeo as if he understands him for the first time. - I promise you one thing, Romeo: If it is unbearable, if we lose this battle and they capture us, if one of us dies, the other will follow. All this time, my pact was one of life, but now it is one of death. I don't want to die; I want to live and hug you and our son, but I accept death if that is the will of destiny. Julius rests his hand on Julius's stomach.

"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?