Lucius Farris Gladiator Novels & Stories

"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."

At no time did he have any thoughts of revenge. "What are you waiting for? Smother him with the pillow," whispered Lucifer, with a wicked laugh. "What?," Replied Jonah in surprise and then added" I won't do that, I don't want to. "All right, I will take revenge for you," said Lucifer calmly. He thundered his fingers, and Alfredo woke up startled. He did not even see Lucifer because his eyes were focused on Jonah, the deformed boy he had killed. Lucifer moved his hand to hit the wall and stood in front of him, poking his heart out. All this before the astonished look of Jonah.

I replied eventually. He leaned forward and I stared into his gorgeous eyes that seem to be drowning me in a pool of my own selfish desire. The door opened and I was too glad to snap my eyes from him to which he smirked. The tension in the room was weighing me down that I almost rolled over and submit to his being. "Luci!" an unknown voice said, all too happy. "This man was pissing himself," the stranger and Mister Jackson walked in. "Brother." Mr. Red grinned out.

"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?

Lucius smiled, but with arrogance in his expression, they walked together. "Just fine. You haven't gotten rid of the person who did that to you?" “I'm trying to do it. Crushing it from the bottom is great fun. The higher than the pain when he fell, Mario.” Mario smiled, he knew Lucius was that kind of man. He likes to play his enemy, who thinks he is victorious but only runs in Lucius' palm. The illusion created by Lucius is truly deadly.

He gave Arius his most vicious smile, watching as the Deslyan's eyes widened in fear. "It's time to end this," Lucius stated. "It's been nice knowing you." As the fire stopped swirling around his arm, his eyes filled with an immense, sadistic appearance. They were the eyes of a demon…the eyes of someone claiming a wronged victory. Both Lucius and Arius were so distracted by their battle's end that neither noticed when the door to the roof was thrown open.

Lucius declared, glaring at him. “Obsessive much, well I guess I will stick with my other plan” he said and stood up. Lucius then decided to pull the trigger at him at that moment but he couldn’t because he felt a small pain in his right leg and his eyes turned blurry. His legs gave away and he fell on the floor and the last thing he saw was Bratva's shoe coming toward him before he blacked out completely. The Bratva looked at the unconscious Lucius and smiled, he had always heard about the infamous first son of Juventus who was as ruthless and dangerous as his mother but he never got to meet him.

Yosef belts out the words of Nasty Girl by Ludacris. Not going to lie, he's creative. °°° "The fucking nerve you have! Ario! ... No, you fucking listen!... Impossible!.... Yes well Sphinxes services are currently enga.... Mother fucker!... Oh please...." Lucius' shouts came in small bursts. Only parts of his conversation making it through the door. "So you'd rather let that man in there touch this mmmhh... Rather than me? Baby I could make you scream my name over and over again." Yosef tuts in a deep voice in my ear.