Lucius Farris Gladiator Novels & Stories

He pressed a button on his jacket. "Lucius is dead. Someone killed—" he tried to signal the other mates nearby but his words became muffled when Marcellus lifted from his knees. "My lord!" He staggered back, bowing courteously after regaining his composure. "I..I didn't know it was you, lord Marcellus." The air thickened around them with tension when Marcellus approached him, he faltered but stood his ground. Pursing his lips, never making eye contact with Marcellus. Marcellus smirked, loving his fierce spirit.

Pack members first thought that it was red wine until they got close enough to smell the strong scent of blood coming from the glass. They did not say anything though as they were intimidated by the young devil. It was yet another morning in the training grounds just after the training of the pack warriors. Luka made his way to the training grounds in his wolf form, the warriors felt his energy and were on edge. They could not wait to be dismissed so that they can get away from Luka. Collin saw his son coming and looked at the warriors. He could see how anxious they were.

you touched what was mine" Emilia looked at Lucian in disbelief. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. She felt completely astonished as she listened to his words Marcus felt anger rising within him, and the moment Lucian said that, the mocking expression vanished from his face and was replaced by looks of anger and hatred. Without further introduction, he rushed to him and the duel began between them. The clanging of sword and axe echoed in the room, and even though Marcus was just a prince. However, he was very clever, but he would not be able to hold on for long. Lucien had spent a long life on the warfield, so these matters were trivial to him. He thought slyly before a wide smi

Before he could react, a sharp blow rendered him unconscious. Bartz had known exactly who Lucius was from the moment he saw him. Despite his apparent confidence, Lucius was young and inexperienced—unable to recognize the dangers surrounding him. He had registered for the gathering under a false name, and while his appearance suggested someone older, Bartz saw right through the act. He wasn’t sure if Maximus knew what his son was getting involved in, but today, Lucius would prove useful for a specific task.

Darius said. “I find you confusing. Do you stand by her side or by my side? What are you driving at? What she did was wrong, and now that we have her in our hands, the game ought to be done,” Lucius spat, turning away to get a drink. "You have misunderstood me, I'm not endorsing anyone here, Lucius; I'm just reporting the facts. She participated in our game as well. My position on that is one point for her and one point for us,” Darius remarked.

Quintus Fabius was already waiting – a slim middle-aged man in one simple white toga, accompanied by only two servants. “Marcus Aurelius,” said Quintus with warm voice. “And Livia Valeria. The Gods may protect you. Come closer. I prepared wine and bread.” Something about his voice sounded too smooth. Too soothing. Livia felt it first. The purple band vibrated warning. She pressed Marcus’ hand. ‘Marcus...’ At that moment the trap broke. At least twenty warriors came from the ruins and the surrounding forest a mixture of aureliers and valerians. Lucius led the one half, you

Linus and Maximus climbed out of the old dilapidated mill and faced Lucius and his soldiers. Lucius stepped forward with a smirk. "My, my… bloodsuckers." Linus glared at him, his fangs creeping out. "Stay calm, doggy, no need to get all feisty," Lucius laughed. Maximus growled, about to charge at him but Linus stopped him. "What do you seek, Lucius?" "Surprise, surprise, you do know who I am. Been in town a great lot, haven't you?" "No," Linus gritted his teeth, "I heard honor soldiers call you by the name."

Luci’s eyes went so wide she was scared it would enter her skull as she allowed the implication of his words to penetrate her numb brain. ‘He is indeed that powerful?’ Luci do not want to believe it but the fact that she is reluctant to indeed get her naked ass off the couch to do as he bid is enough to dampen her urge to test out he truth of his words. “You might have more money than Croesus or even have the cops in your palm but nothing and I mean absolutely nothing will change the fact that you’re nothing but a rotten specie whom it’s my misfortune to come across.” She told him heatedly without reservation, easily forgetting her earlier promise not to provoke him again and it was when she