Julius Caesar Novels & Stories

That was a likely story. “The Four Emperors of Celestial Empire—Beggar King is a beggar, Mad King is a madman, and War Emperor is a war god. Why is it that Caesar King is the only one who seems rather out of place?” “The Julio–Claudian dynasty,” Notus Windsor said indifferently. “Caesar King is the descendant of Julius Caesar.” “A descendant of Julius Caesar?” Tyr was stunned as he once again stared at Max. Max’s countenance was rather stiff as he said, “Boss, I really am just a dog handler.”

Unwilling to make his mum think he's so little and he did not know what was happening around him. “J u l i a n n n n?” Lucianda screamed in shock. As a protective mother who had done everything to shield her little boy from everything unpleasant in life, this was the first time she would be finding out that her son knew about Prince Hakeem and his rivalry with Alex Castos. “Don’t scream like that mum, you will hurt your throat.” Julian berated in an adult voice and for a minute, both Lucianda and the man standing by the side were nonplussed.

His arms holding Sloane went completely stiff. But he refused to admit he was wrong. Utterly humiliated, he snapped his head up, glaring at Cassius with pure hostility. "Who the hell are you?" Julian gritted his teeth. "This is Valerius family business! Outsiders don't get to interfere!" Faced with his roaring, Cassius just gave a slight nod. He looked down at Julian. A dangerously cold smirk flashed in his dark eyes. "I am Cassius. Cassius Castellano."

We hear Caesar quietly exit. “It’s me boy!” Julius yells from outside nervously. Caesar growls a warning. “This is Ben, he’s with me.” Caesar isn’t stupid and he’s a loyal mommas boy. He howls to me asking what I want him to do. I yell through the window. “Caesar, we have not invited them over. I do not wish for you to hurt them but give them a warning that they are not welcome.” I command “What!?” Julius says and then Caesar drags him from his pant leg across the yard then makes his way to Ben and does the same. They are screaming.

He knew his brother was too small, being only eighteen and living all alone, but it was a big upgrade over being at home with an acrimonious man and a mother who never dared stand up for them. He braces himself, he knows it's coming as soon as his dad is in front of him. Caleb tricks him across his cheek with the back of his hand, making his head turn with force. He can feel the burn and pain. His eyes water, and slowly, the warmth of the blood oozing out of his nose invades his lip. The all-too-familiar taste of lead.

“Do you know what you’ve caused? Why is it that you always bring me misfortune, Savannah?” Roman groaned beside me, a pained sound that made my hands tighten instinctively around him. “Do you know what the General will do when he finds out about this?” Julius continued, his voice shaking. “Do you know what he’ll do to me? To us? To us all?! You shot his son!” Roman coughed weakly. “I’m starting,” he muttered, “to think you have a thing for my father.” Julius ignored him. “The General will not spare my life,” he said, eyes burning. “And if I’m going down—”

“Tall, Slim muscular build. Red hair. His presence was… intense. He didn’t speak much, but when he did, it felt like an order more than a request.” Cassius’ expression didn’t change, but he knew. No one had the guts to cross him except one person that thought he was brave enough to cross him… Raze Wolfe. Cassius stepped back from the screen, his jaw clenching. “If anything happens to her,” he uttered slowly, his voice dangerously calm, “to her or my baby, every single one of you will answer for it. I would advise you started praying.” Cassius turned and walked away.

He pressed a button on his jacket. "Lucius is dead. Someone killed—" he tried to signal the other mates nearby but his words became muffled when Marcellus lifted from his knees. "My lord!" He staggered back, bowing courteously after regaining his composure. "I..I didn't know it was you, lord Marcellus." The air thickened around them with tension when Marcellus approached him, he faltered but stood his ground. Pursing his lips, never making eye contact with Marcellus. Marcellus smirked, loving his fierce spirit.

~ DAMON ~ “Et tu, Brute?” That’s the only phrase circling my head right now. Julius Caesar’s final words after seeing the man he trusted standing among those holding the knives. Funny thing is... I finally understand the horror behind those words. It's not the blade or the poison that destroys you… it lies in who’s holding it. I’ve spent days imagining this moment. In every version inside my head, I walked into this cell and ripped Casper’s fucking throat out before he could even speak. But instead, here I am, telling myself to hear him out first.