Lucius Farris Gladiator Novels & Stories

The gaze lingered for too long than necessary, making me to feel uncomfortable. “My mate is beautiful, isn't she?” Lucius' voice chimed, and he pulled me closer to him to shield me from the gaze of the disgusting man, “but it is unnecessary for you to keep staring at her, I'm not fond of people eyeing my beloved. Just like last time when there was someone who stared at her, I was weighing on what to do to make the person learn their place and decided to dig out their eyes. If you don't want that to happen, restrain your eyes, Garfon.”

Decimus said with a tight smile, "your wish shall be granted. I shall not deny you this request." The gladiator chosen by Gaius Octavius for this deadly match was Rufus the Reckoner, a respected and formidable fighter but not of the same caliber as Helios. The shock of the choice spread through the gathering, as it was clear that this duel was likely to end with a certain victory for Helios.

She watched as he fought with all his might, determined to win his freedom and secure a future with Amara. And in the end, he did just that. Lucius emerged victorious from the tournament, earning his freedom and the admiration of the crowd. Amara rushed to his side, tears streaming down her face, as he held her close and whispered words of love and devotion. Together, they left the Colosseum behind and set out on a new journey, one filled with hope and promise. They traveled to Lucius' homeland, where they were married in a small, intimate ceremony, surrounded by friends and family.

Victorious and towering above his fallen opponent stood Lucius, the gladiator known as the Lion of Rome. His body was a masterpiece of strength and ferocity, bronzed from endless hours under the sun, his muscles carved from the relentless training that had forged him into the empire's most celebrated warrior. His dark eyes, fierce and unyielding, scanned the roaring masses, his chest heaving with exertion. In the shaded balcony above, Claudia, a patrician woman of noble blood, watched him with rapt attention. Her delicate fingers gripped the railing, her knuckles pale against the gold trim as her eyes remained fixed on him.

I might disagree with Linden on some fronts, but I can guarantee you that those red tracking eyes belong to Lucius, and the Lord’s needed to be taken out. Of the three of them, I'd never laid eyes on one, but Lucius was the one with a savage history. He acts on animalistic impulses and is rumoured to be more predator than human. He'd kill you for looking his way, rip you limb from limb for inconveniencing him, and track and kill everyone important to you before he came to end your life if you crossed him.

“We sit in their cages.” “Look, Mr… whoever you are. I appreciate the nostalgia trip, I really do. But unless you’re here to slip me a file baked into a cake, I’ve got a twenty-to-life timeshare to get back to.” “My name,” he said and the room seemed to get colder, “is Lucius. And I am a liaison for The Glimmer.” Oh. Shit. The name hung between us. The Glimmer. The secret government of our secret world. The folks who made the rules we actually had to follow.

The monster's body is covered with black armor, except for his eyes, mouth, and nose. Lucius is from the planet Croxutis where he’s military general and considered to be a God and an immortal. The last time he came to earth was by flying fighting ships. When he lost the war against the Gods, Goddesses, shifters, and vampires he was dragged underground. Lucius thought Phobos would have discovered the whereabouts of the four mega boxes. Last time he was on earth the boxes were distributed to different packs and coves and the Greek God and Goddess had one. He’s sure that hasn’t changed. He has never thought anyone's more intelligent them he is, but especially Zeus. He and Zeus were face-to-

"I know Lucius' games. Don't think I won't fight back." He finally met my gaze, a flicker of something akin to respect igniting in his eyes. "I wouldn't underestimate you, Lila," he said softly. "But some things are beyond my control." I let out a defeated sigh, the fight momentarily draining out of me. He was right, of course. Marcus was just a pawn in Lucius' twisted game, just like me. "Is there anything else I can get you, Luna?" he asked, his voice gentle.

I asked. “Yes. I gave him a bit of the serum to keep him alive. You can go in and take a look at him!” “Okay.” In a private room in the facility… Marcus was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. His thin body looked as if he did not have any breath in him. I strode over and stood over the bed. “Someone seems to be having a good life here!” I said, giving out a dry laugh. “Lucien, what did you guys do to me?” the man opened his eyes and looked at me with a cold gaze but I was not concerned.

Then I saw them. Lucius. He was being dragged. Two warriors held his arms. His feet scraped the ground. His head was low his hair soddy. His skin was gray, his lips black. Each step seemed to have been painful. "No," I breathed. Harriet whimpered. "Daddy." I pressed my palm to her back. "Quiet, love." A warrior snarled, "Move." Lucius raised his head some. "I am moving," he rasped. Another laughed. "Not fast enough."