Lucius Farris Gladiator Novels & Stories

He growled at her face. “ Let. Go. Of. Me” Seraphina managed to get those words out through gritted teeth. Lucious had his hands wrapped around her neck so tight that it was making it very hard for her to breath. She clenched her teeth, her green eyes flared up as she glared at him. “ I said let me go!!” She managed to half yell, raising her hands and putting it on his. Lucious’ face started contorting slightly as her hands started emitting a red glow . He clenched his teeth ,feeling the burn tearing through his arms.

“His name was… Varo?” “Hm-hm.” Curly blonde hair, almost white, with blue eyes. He is tall, bronzed by the sun, every muscle cut to perfection, with a sweet boyish face that gives him an almost cherubic appearance. “He wasn’t part of the rebellion you know,” Gannicus steps out behind a tree and starts to pick at the bark. “He was a Gladiator. Just a slave. One of Marcus’s prized possessions.” “And Marcus crucified him anyway?” Gannicus sighs and nods. “He was the kind of man who would have put his own child upon the cross if it meant he’d get what he wanted. And it was always more… more power, more money, more influence.”

he said and he saw Williams nodding his head, he kicked him again in the head and he screamed in pain. “ you answer me when I asked a question and not nod your head like a lizard, do you want me to turn you into a lizard so you can be nodding your head as you wish ” Lucifer said. “ N..no your higness ” Williams said in fear. “ A drug dealer and a rapist , wow sounds interesting ” Lucifer said. “ raping young girls to death, didn't you read your bible that's says, do not sleep with another woman who isn't your wife hmm ”.

He had to find out who their leader was, and what they were planning. He looked up at the sky, the stars twinkling overhead. He knew he would have to be careful, to play his cards right. But he also knew that he was up for the challenge. He was Lucious, captain of the Roman legion, and he would stop at nothing to complete his mission. Over the next few days, Lucious settled into life in the gladiator camp. He trained with the other fighters, honing his skills and earning their respect. He also made a point of getting to know the other gladiators, learning their names and their stories.

Or he could be Porcius, a tough thug, who had a mouth so strong he fought his way through death mills and arenas to be, again, a soldier, killing and oppressing others like himself. Lucius? A genuine Roman from Italy? Rufus smiled as he jogged, knowing he only watched out for him in case they encountered natives, and so he could have his supper rations delivered to him, which he didn’t share. He utterly despised Lucius and prayed to Lugh to send a shining spear to spite the olive-skinned man and take him away from slavery. Though not overly cruel, Lucius had served longer than most and neared an end to his career.

Hawk explained. “They’re dead,” Lucius said without hesitation. “How do you know that?” Fawn snorted. “I’m Lucius—” “Wait. What the fuck?” Fawn pushed aside Drake to come closer to Lucius and looked at him from head to toe. “The Lucius. Alexander Lucius? I thought you were a myth. Man, it’s an honor.” He took Lucius’ hand and gripped it for a handshake. “I expected you to be old, like fifty years old. Is it true that you killed an entire army of extremists who kidnapped women and children and sold them for slavery? Tell me it’s true?”

' His eyes narrowed into a slit, his resolve hardening. ‘Like this disgraceful bunch!’ “Who is your master, you faithless dogs!” he roared, a battle-cry against his dishonorable former comrades. He swung his gladius. It flashed like a glittering serpent in the air, fangs bared. Ready to devour any opponent that came close. ‘I would rather die than let any harm befall my true master!’ he chanted inside his head. CLANG CLANG Lucius sidestepped his enemy's awkward blow, his gladius a blur as it disarmed his attackers before they even realized their greatest mistake.

looking all frightened, and loyal. My brother…Lucius, always had a talent for turning a home into a kingdom, and a kingdom into a prison. I dropped the cigar and dragged a finger across the laptop trackpad, rewinding the footage again. And in no time the horseman himself appeared on the screen. It was Lucian. He was pacing anxiously, shouting. His temper had never aged a day. “Good” I nodded with satisfaction.“ He should be furious” The flash drive beside the keyboard caught the light.

She panted, her body tingling as she stared between Alfos and the male, Titanus. "The one true champion Abbator will ever know," Titanus said, acknowledging Alfos. Champion? Was he truly a gladiator? Lucinda thought to herself, gazing at Alfos. If there was any doubt whether Alfos was once a gladiator, the scars on his body were enough proof. Why did he choose to become a gladiator? What made him stop? "I don't deserve the honor," Alfos said, huffing. "Nah, you're the god of the pit," Titanus still cheered,

Lana Lucifer doesn’t say a word as we make our way back to my cabin, which gives me the chance to really take a good look at him. It has been weeks since I saw him, and my eyes are soaking in every inch of his masculine frame. His silky, dark hair is curled back in a trendy style, with the front being longer than the back, his dark eyes are shadowed by his long lashes, and his pouty lips are as luscious as I remember. If I had to categorize Lucifer, I’d say he’s a pretty boy with his Roman nose, high cheekbones and youthful features. Though his face may look young, his body is all man. At a couple of inches over six feet, he’s quite the specimen with his swimmer’s build and powerful aura. Hi