Legate Lanius Quotes Novels & Stories

My skin heated under his gaze, and I forced my eyes to the floor. *How about we don't attract attention to ourselves, please,* Balric warned me. That was easier said than done. *I know. I’m trying. Sorry.* “Carl,” the praetor said. “Let us hear what Ms. de Léon has to say before judging her. Now please continue.”

CLANG Lucien gently places the glass of wine in his hand on the stool in front of him, drawing everyone's attention to him. He casts a cold look at Phil. "This is the second time you've used that derogatory term to describe Declan. If you do it again, you can forget about your life!" "What else is he if not your lackey? Hmph! Who are you to tell me what I should do?" Lucien frowns. "People, by nature, seek death. That does not surprise me. Declan is my brother and friend. If you want to know how far I can go, you can call him that nonsense again!"

Achilles POV I sipped my champagne, glancing at the crow on Leilani's back. She sat back upright. “Sorry, that was a mess,” she said, her lips curling into a small smile. “Yeah it was,” I replied, holding her gaze. She chuckled and picked her glass up, lifting it slightly to her lips. “To power,” she whispered. “Yes,” I raised my glass up, accepting her toast. “To power, and fishing out enemies.”

Lucius, a middle-aged man with graying hair and a sharp intellect, greeted Nero with a respectful bow. “My Lord, I received word of the woman claiming to be from the Valley of the Fools,” Lucius began. “Shall I arrange for her to be brought before you?” Nero nodded, his expression serious. “Yes, Lucius. Bring her to my study immediately. I want to learn more about her and her connection to Letra.”

“Rule beside me, Serena. No one could stand against us.” --- “Stand with you?” Elias’s voice thundered across the clearing, sharp as lightning splitting a tree. He shoved through the kneeling wolves, his blue eyes fierce against the eclipse light. “Or stand beneath you, Lucian? Because that’s what this throne makes of everyone—slaves, not allies.”

Despite being unable to see the divine being’s face, Livia was certain that he was smiling at her. “But how do you express your gratitude towards me? I should be the one who owes you a lot,” he said, expressing his gratitude to them. The divine being shook his head. “No, young one. It’s really beneficial for us to suppress a rebellious regressor, especially for my colleague who’s been struggling to control Letezia,” it explained.

You aren’t just a coward if you think that way; you’re also a fool* *Understand this, there will never be the right time for anyone. You may not understand what it takes to be a Legacy since you don’t understand the struggles of such a position, but no Legacy is entitled to such a thought. I am starting to think that it was an error that you were given this position without passing through any Labours*

In the hushed atmosphere of the hospital room, Romelius shifted uneasily. His gaze fell to his quivering legs. Trying to conceal his discomfort, he mumbled, "My legs are itching." Lana's expression darkened as she retorted, "You're lucky you said that only around me. If the elders heard it, you'd be in some serious trouble." Nervously, Romelius nodded and managed a sheepish grin. "I won't say such words again in the future, I promise."

Just as Livia was still probing her father’s stance, Allen, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke. His tone was resolute, carrying an undeniable firmness: “My First Legion will fully support Livia.” A single sentence, like a thunderclap, shattered the delicate balance in the room.

“Have a true care, Decurion. Our numbers are so very few here, and our manners have gone relaxed, but don’t forget to show respect.” August raised the horse’s head and said, “He’s been drinking water. I’m sure there’s some around.” He then faced the men. “Flavius, Lucius and Porcius, mount up and come with me. We’ll check out that stone circle as the light has gifted it to us.” He climbed into the saddle of the horse offered to Quintus and looked down at Malitus. “Oh, I always respect authority, sir. However, a great deal of Quintus’ guile is supported by the Legion, which is not here to give his back steel. Respect is a two way avenue, remember that.” Quintus’ eyes narrowed at August as the