Nero Claudius Fate Novels & Stories

Little did it know that Raen had been born less than a Ka-hour ago today. Or is it? Oracles know more than ordinary people. They speak to the gods, are in possession of truthfulness. Every fiber in Roman resisted what his fingers were holding. He looked at the prophecy. Although the paper was already wet, the ink remained legible. An oracle was always right. This realization shocked him more than the fear of war. It would turn out just as Soghul had predicted, and he could only hope that Raen wouldn't drag them all along with him. His son would rebel against the power of fate. Oh, what a wicked act, what a terribly bad secret! Roman raised his hand to his mouth and breathed against it. He ha

The voice answered before I could form the words. “Remember the keys to freeing yourself from the repeated curse of fated mates choosing another and rejecting you: allow the mate bond to accept who it was chosen for. Once you do, your luck and faith will shine brighter than even I, and your ancient powers will at last return. Your fated mates must share the same ending in name as that of your chosen successor. This successor is the pup you bear — not theirs, for they shall never raise a pup that survives beyond half the first generation. That is one of the many weights of the curse. They can never speak of it, and you would never learn of it, until your time came. Lyra has been made to not k

Chapter 5- Bread, Water, and Regret RONAN POV The walk to the holding cell felt longer. My feet were unsteady beneath me, a heavy weight pulling down on my chest from the inside. Everything else sucked. The bloody council. Aurelia’s trial. Everything fucking sucked. Because for the very first time, I was torn between doing what was right and fighting for the one my heart yearned for. The sense of duty hung around my neck like an invisible noose, ready to yank my head off my neck.

Plus I don't want to get my heart broken. I watch people try to have these stupid little flings with people who aren't their mate. The same thing always happens in the end, they find their mate and the other person is hurt when the other moves on with their mate. And even if they don't have a mate, just like Claudius, they never even had a chance. Claudius's mate was a rogue and unfortunately he was killed when they attacked. Claudius held his mate as he died in his arms. The saddest part is, it was a training exercise and they were only out exercising. He was fresh in his class, a little over 2 weeks after his 18th birthday when they attacked.

And that too shamelessly. But it didn’t matter to him at all. Because they may see but they couldn’t have him. He belonged to Benjamin.. Benjamin looked at the stage where Noah was introducing himself and his generals.. "I am Noah Gabriel . You all can call me Noah. I am your head hazer for this year and these are my four generals. We will begin our activities for this year Sotus. Your name tags, shirts and schedules will be provided tomorrow at 6am sharp. Anyone late will be punished and I don’t give a damn if it’s a girl or a boy. In Engineering, we all are the same.

Three months later, Neal brought me the latest updates. Frances' original sentence remained unchanged. Claudia was convicted of homicide, and further investigation revealed her involvement in Nelson's illicit dealings. As a close accomplice, she was sentenced to death, with her execution scheduled for the same day as Nelson's. Nicholas confessed to falsifying evidence, which constituted obstruction of justice. Because he voluntarily surrendered, pleaded guilty, and accepted punishment, his sentence was reduced. He received seven months in prison. That day, for the first time, his note carried two lines.

All it required was one final sacrifice. **** Meanwhile, Rufus and Nathan stalked the King. It had been difficult to get into the castle, and eventually, they were caught. Caesar quickly recognized Rufus by the seal he carried, granting him the right of passage into Ingram. Excited to meet his nephew after so many years, Caesar willingly led them to Claude. “Father,” Rufus embraced Claude, a thing he thought he would never do in this lifetime. “We received word of your death back home.” “It was Julius’ doing. Luckily, your brother and General Zariah found me in time,” Claude explained.

Her throat tightened. “No one,” Claudius said softly, answering for her. “No one but him. And now he is gone.” The words struck like knives, but there was truth in them. Her shoulders sagged under the weight of it, her silver glow dimming to a faint shimmer. Claudius took a single step closer. He did not lunge, did not bare his fangs. His movements were deliberate, graceful, like a dancer approaching a frightened partner. “I have no crown to bind me. No pack to chain me. No father to command me. I do not lie to you, Selene. What I offer is freedom. Knowledge.”

One of them asked. "We she is very beautiful, and smart too." He answered. "This has never happened. A female heir to the emperor's throne." "When the first Cesar died it went to one of his nephews." Hector knowing not to say anything damning stayed quiet in the background. He looked around and saw Trix, who was standing by her mother's side. She looked uncomfortable with the topic that a couple of ladies seem to be discussing with them. In Clusium they had never attend parties like these. Births and birthdays were celebrated with small gatherings and visits to the temple. They were mere children in Clusium and were rarely invited to the larger occasions.

Each step was measured, steady, and unhurried as he approached the platform where Hommes stood. Hommes smirked, lifting the tip of his black boot as if daring Klaus to bow down. Is this why Hommes ended up on the throne instead of Caesar? I thought, staring at the crystal ball in his hand. Hommes had Caesar's soul in his grasp, and because of that, Carlos had no choice but to submit. Even Klaus was being forced to follow Hommes's orders. But I knew the truth now—Caesar’s fate was already sealed. He was already dead.