Julius Caesar Zeppeli Novels & Stories

I made my way back to the dining room. Brixtius was sitting in his place, and little Eurydice is running through the opposite doorway. She's starting to feel better from her injury because her energy is returning to full throttle. "Papa! Papa!" She shouts excitedly. "We read about Julius Caesar and Emperor Augustus!" "And what did you learn about these two men?" Brixtius quizzes. "Julius Caesar was beloved by the people and was murdered because of it. But if it weren't for Caesar, Emperor Augustus would never have existed," the girl recites. Damn! That was the most straightforward answer I've ever heard about those two men!

The whole venue erupted into cheers as Sir Zeus waved at everyone but Julius just stood there with a hand buried deep into his pants pocket . He had on a black tailored Armani suit with a white shirt inside The cheering stopped as they walked in and started coming towards Lexi and I. "Mrs Vladislav" Sir Zeus took my hand and kissed the tip of my knuckles . Julius's POV We walked further into the venue and dad came to a halt all of a sudden and when I looked at who it was he was addressing I just stood there and stared at her. She had on a beautiful black ball gown with floral designs

Zoe regretted giving Julio the opportunity to take the first spot in the final round during the draw. Zoe gave Julio the opportunity because she wanted to see and assess his performance, as well as see how much strength he'd bring to the competition. But instead of being more confident, Zoe was now afraid. Julio was that good. He also completely changed the song arrangement. Julio, a musical instrument expert, transformed the song into a magnificent and epic orchestra. His vocals were, of course, impeccable.

Romeo was still lying in bed, trying to recall the lastest events that occurred in past few days including the day he landed in a hospital bed. He remembered talking to Julius. "What do they mean Julius is dead but we spoke only a few hours ago?" he asked himself. To him it felt real that he had a real talk with Julius. He told him that he should go back and fix the whole situation. He told him that one of then must go back and finish where they left off. "Go back and finish where we left off", he repeated those words

The next 45 minutes went on like that, with us narrowly avoiding death all whilst Julius barked instructions through the mind-link. “Seems you live to fight another day, little wolf.” Thanatos laughed at the end of the session. Despite the grim reaper vibe, he seemed to have a better sense of humour than Julius, which admittedly wasn’t difficult. “It’s Celeste.” Celeste replied, almost flirtatiously, which seemed to have an effect on Thanatos as he let out a low whine. “Down, boy.” She laughed as his tongue rolled out of his mouth. In an instant Julius was standing in Thanatos’ place, with that… thing staring at me. I forced Celeste to look down.

Vexa mouthed. ‎ ‎I blinked behind my veil. ‎ ‎"He's losing his mind," she whispered, loud enough for only me to hear over the music. "He'll burn the world to get to you. Just hold on." ‎ ‎A spark of hope—hot and bright—flared in my chest. ‎ ‎Kaelen. ‎ ‎I looked toward the altar. ‎ ‎Standing there, in his wheelchair, was Julius. He was dressed in ceremonial red robes that swallowed his withered frame. He looked like a dried spider in a pool of blood.

Eldrosk was the loudest. "What? That's gruesome; I can't do that," Julius took a hesitant step back. "Then at least stab him a few more times, you coward!" Sephire was often the brains. "You're not helping!" Julius ran his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth. "You heard her. Your cowardice isn't helping either. Get a grip on yourself, Master Julius. You've come too far to risk losing everything now." Malachai was more of an imitator.

As a Grandmaster Realm fighter, he couldn't believe he couldn't fight back against a doctor. "Felix Zeller!" Caesar had barely cried out when Felix picked him off the ground. Felix's red eyes were laced with such frenzy that it shocked him to his very core. "Kneel!" Caesar was forced to kneel once more. The ground beneath his knees cracked and spread in all directions, its shape resembling a spiderweb. "Give up your feet in respect of the dead!" The loud burst echoed again. Caesar was aware that his feet had blown up as well. He no longer focused on the accompanying pain. He had to think fast and come up with a way to survive the dire situation.

What his trip were. "I am Zep." He grabbed the hand of a woman and put it on his lips. Zephyrus was really a good player. The woman was now captivated with obviously a thrill on her expression. "If you don't mind… Zep on me." The girl was chuckling. She was blushing with his corny joke. "These are my brothers." Zephyrus wrapped his arms on Hali. "You can call him Hal." Next, he pointed to Colden. "He is Den."

His gaze locked onto Yang Xiao’s eyes were filled with a killing intent. “Kid, do you know who I am?” Zeus questioned coldly. Yang Xiao sneered and said, "I don't care who you are. You dare to plot against the little girl Ling'er here. Then you are destined to face a tragedy today!" "A tragedy? Really? With just you?" Zeus laughed disdainfully. Then, Zeus said coldly, "It seems that it's necessary to introduce myself. My name is Zeus. I'm the leader of the Curtain of Night, one of the six European clubs!"