Lucius Gladiator Ii Novels & Stories

Marcus trained every day in a space with the sword that Lucius gave him secretly had brought. He wanted to be prepared. Livia often sat and saw him to, the fire of Mars gently glowing in their hands. Sometimes they practiced together – how they could combine their magic without endangering the child. But the outside world slowly went in. One evening Lucius brought messages. He looked tired, had new scars on his face. He embraced his brother long and respectfully bowed to Livia. “The Senate is divided,” he reported quietly. “A part wants you as living symbols

But that was all the encouragement he needed. With his gladius firm in his grip, Lucius’ eyes burned with composed fury beneath his helmet. He goaded his former comrades. The traitorous scoundrels. His voice was a rasped challenge. “Come!” CLANG CLANG “Aaah-aahhhh!” Another cry—neither victory nor pain, but betrayal—answered his provocation. One of the traitors, Titus, wearing bloodstained tunica militaris with a narrow purple stripe, rammed his heavy shield into Lucius, he was grinning.

Warning ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ LGBTQ content up ahead ???? The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the rugged Italian countryside. Lucious, captain of the Roman legion, led his two most trusted soldiers, Marcus and Gaius, through the dense forest. Their mission was clear: infiltrate the camp of runaway gladiators and uncover the identity of their leader.

Livia's POV: A moment passed in silence with both of us in stalemate. I stared back at Lucius with a cautious look who looked at me with an emotion filled gaze before slowly by time, his emotions faded from his eyes. “I am Lucius. Don't you see how I look?” He spread his arms, a wide grin appeared on his lips. It was a grin filled with cruelty. I shook my head, “No, you are not him. Who are you?” I asked again when Lucius took a step forward, I quickly changed into my wolf's form and aimed for the man's wrist and legs, pinning him to the wall and he fell to the ground.

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.

The recruit falls to the ground. Again, he looks at Blade. Blade nods. “Ok.” He ticks his head and takes off his shirt. “Can’t get much bigger than me.” Blade stretches his solid muscles and gets into a crouch. Lucius runs into his space and swings. Blade blocks and lands a left hook onto Lucius’ jaw. Lucius rubs his jaw. His eyes flare. He runs at Blade and swings again. Blade hooks him and spins around. He tries to trip him, but Lucius lands a backwards punch to his nose.

Leonardo roared, slamming the table with his fist. Marcus rose from his chair, gripping the report tightly. His eyes flicked to the unmistakable "99.99%" figure printed on the paper. Turning to his beloved wife, he couldn’t hide the storm of thoughts racing through his mind. Valerie looked at him, trembling, trying to take his hand, but Marcus pulled away abruptly. He stood tall and said: “Lucius, I don’t know what game you think you’re playing, but let me remind you—I’m not one for this kind of nonsense,” Marcus growled, his glare piercing Lucius.

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

Chapter 28 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••~°••~•• Someone is playing risky games with us. And not the kind that you can just turn a blind eye to—No. It's the type of game that makes you want to burn the entire fucking city down.

The grand arena, witness to their triumphs and challenges, became the battleground for a revolution silently brewing beneath the surface. Alcides, his mind fueled by the taste of victory and dreams of freedom, sought solace in a quiet corner of the barracks. His closest companion, a fellow gladiator named Lucius, joined him in the dimly lit space. Lucius, though loyal to Alcides, harbored a more pragmatic view of their existence within the House of Decimus.