Legate Lanius Quotes Novels & Stories

She crossed her leg when she saw Vincenzo pulling the girl's hair and controlling her. “I want to go home.” Leilani said with a sturdy voice and he didn't even pay attention her. He was busy mumbling in italian. “She's lesbian. Get her a stripper.” Leilani's eyes went wide open and she looked at him. Vincenzo fixed himself. And she rolled her eyes. “Stop rolling your eyes at me.” Vincenzo said calmly and she done it again. He pulled her long face. “Fiore mio... non mi ripeto due volte. Buono?” She didn't even know what it meant she nodded. Because she knew it was a warning.

LIANA The room was silent for a moment, and then a ripple of impressed murmurs spread through the elders. Even Marcus, who had been so skeptical, seemed to regard me with a newfound respect. Sophia leaned forward, a smile playing on her lips. "That’s a bold pledge, Liana. It takes courage to make such a promise." Elder Gregory nodded in agreement. "Indeed. Your determination is commendable. We need leaders who are willing to take action. After all, we have gotten nowhere with ongoing murders."

Quil was startled when he saw that Magnus was dead and he still wanted to speak on behalf of Magnus. However, his voice got softer as he spoke because he was not confident about what he was saying. He knew clearly what a hypocrite his uncle was. “He was a King of War? Haha, you want to use him to suppress me? I’m the Goddess of War!” Lana stared at Quil, causing him to move back several steps before saying, “Could what I, the Goddess of War, saw with my own eyes, be fake?”

"Not as an actual suggestion." Leilani looked at the screen with those direct eyes she had and said, "what do you think Lorenzo," and the way she said it had a quality that was not flirtatious exactly, more like testing, and Lorenzo looked back at her with the flat blue eyes and said nothing for a moment. "I think Donatella should mind her business." he replied coldly. "He's gay," I said, to Leilani. "So you cannot have him. Sorry." Leilani looked at me then she looked at the screen and she said, "ohhhh," in the tone of a woman updating something significant.

"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?

“And I can guarantee you that I am not missing out on any youthful exploration. That is not the life for me. I have my own idea of fun and I am content with my life. Anyway, thank you for your concern, Lana.” Surely, there was no way Lana could still pry after everything she had just said. Then, she would just come off as a pokenoser. Lana exhaled and got up on her feet. “It's alright, but still ponder upon the things I have said to you. You have so much potential and you deserve to live beyond what you're currently doing.” “I have heard you.” Genesis tried to smile. “Thanks again.” Lana nodded with her own little smile before she walked out of the room, leaving Genesis alone with Elon again

The blade refused to yield to his grasp, as though mocking his lack of strength. Gideon's laughter filled the air, cold and full of derision. "A king who can't even unsheathe his own sword?" he sneered, circling Lucius like a predator taunting its prey. "How do you plan to protect your people? You're nothing without us, Lucius. Nothing without the generals. It's us who should be leading, not some powerless king." Lucius's green eyes burned with defiance despite the pain wracking his body. With a guttural roar, he summoned the last remnants of his strength, releasing a faint wave of energy that barely reached Gideon but was enough to silence his mocking laughter.

"Actions will speak louder. Show us your loyalty, prove your worth." In response, Lucian's voice carried a hint of impatience, the words slipping from his lips with a sharp edge. His curt reply held a subtle tone of condescension, a thinly veiled reminder of his elevated status. "I will," he retorted, the words slicing through the air with an icy precision. The steely determination in his voice was undeniable, fuelled by the surge of determination that coursed through him.

“Cum ambo partes meminerint se olim unum fuisse, maledictum frangetur sicut vitrum sub lunae luce.” “Only when both halves remember they were once whole,” Leonidas says, voice dropping to a near-whisper, “will the curse shatter like glass under moonlight.” He closes the book gently, but doesn’t set it aside. Instead, he places it between us on the table again, open to that last page he read from. We both sit in silence that wraps around us like a thick cloak as we try to make sense of what he just read. What curse is it referring to?

The questions began, veiled in diplomatic language but carrying the weight of skepticism. "Maximus," Senator Aurelius, a seasoned orator known for his silver tongue, addressed him, "we acknowledge the liberation you have granted to other nations, a gesture we view with cautious optimism. However, the perplexity lies in your decision to retain control over Rome. Could you elucidate the reasoning behind this selective liberation?"