Lucius Gladiator Ii Novels & Stories

“They will not be affected. The thing that I made only target beasts like you.” “But you seem to have miscalculated one thing!” Lucien said. Although I was confused and did not know what he was talking about, I chose to believe him. He said that everything was under his control so that should be it.

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.

Lucius, on the other hand, looks like a hunter when he plays, pacing back and forth from time to time, looking left and right, as if to find the weak point of this group of prey to attack. They have different clubs, too. Antoninus's clubs are deep sky black, with some silver patterns embedded on them, which is luxurious and delicate. Must be Lucius this club is a little shabby. It's like a stick you picked up by the side of the road. It's even bent! I could not help laughing, but had the idea to try. Lucius seemed to read my thoughts and continued seductively, "Well? Want to come and try?"

, Antonio said "Just take it as,,I'm good at what I do", Luca winked. Antonio scoffed earning a chuckle from Luca. Luca started scrolling through the pictures and videos until Antonio held his hand to stop him. "Go back to the last picture", Antonio said Luca did that without saying anything. "Do they know each other", Antonio asked referring to Lucius and Romero. "Yes but it seems Lucius is only but a pawn in Romero's game. I have a feeling Romero will remove Lucius from the way when he's done with him", Luca said

He didn't want to anymore. "I'm afraid I can't," Lucius told him smugly. "It's time to get this over with. History is about to repeat itself." Lucius spread his wings, flexing them a bit. He closed his eyes, relaxing completely. His body soon began to glow a soft, heavenly white. It was too bad that nothing good would come from it.

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.

But their stupid leader hesitated, still holding onto my mate. “It’s good that he foolishly waited; I would make sure to tear that hand away from his arm so that he will learn never to touch our mate again,” Lucius growled as he began walking toward the fool, emitting a deadly aura. The Bastard suddenly pushed our mate away and ran for his life. Lucius was ready to chase him down, to pounce and crush him. Even as a group, they stood no chance against him. Lucius was a warrior wolf, known for his speed and agility, and he would have enjoyed the hunt.

A grin formed on Lucius's face as he finally understood his brother. "Oh now I get you, I adore this game..."