Nero Claudius Fate Novels & Stories

The people here were the surviving members of Aston State's Nine Great Ascension Clans. After the clans were purged by Frederick and Chester, they suffered significant losses and almost disappeared completely. They became incredibly low-profile. In fact, many people believed that the clans had been exterminated. The reality was that the clans did almost fall apart. It was this elder who kept them together. He was born into the Claudes, and he was the number one genius in the family. He was condemned for falling in love with a fishmonger. As such, he decided to break away from the Claudes and traveled around the world.

When he is buried deep in financial issues, he will not get time to come after Chloe. Nero will make sure that Juan Fernando's life would become disastrous. He would beg Nero for Mercy. But Nero is not someone who grants mercy to his enemies. No matter who it is. Alessandro didn't disconnect his call. Everyone knows he is the best friend of Nero. So no one usually dares to poke him either. "I never thought he would be courageous enough to pull such a stunt" Alessandro murmured, indicating Juan. "Me neither" Nero agreed. They underestimated Juan. But he turned out to be dangerous.

Eyes closed, he tried to think of their reaction to being the sole survivor of the group, to being the man that who lived and to the revelation of what lay below. Checking himself, he looked the part of a player in the drama. Blood stained his clothes and armor. He’d searched himself for a wound before, making sure none of it was his. Flavius remembered a cavalry commander, the one before August ascended to leader named Aulus. That man, a Syrian from so far away, had a great sense of humor and rode a horse like he’d been born atop one. Aulus perished because he’d knicked his heel in a minor skirmish with some rogue Celts and refused any treatment before a long ride back to the fort. When the

In that moment, the unspoken understanding between them transcended the years that had woven intricate patterns into the tapestry of their lives. "Fabius," Octavia began, her voice resonating with the echoes of the past, "met a fate that befell many who dared to defy Gaius. He attempted to lead a revolt against the tyranny, seeking to reclaim the autonomy of Thrace. But the forces of Gaius were swift and merciless. Fabius faced the consequences of his rebellion – a sentence of death." The revelation hung in the air, a somber chord that resonated through the chamber. Maximus, absorbing the weight of the news, nodded in acknowledgment. The inevitability of such fates was a bitter truth, one he

"I've got this idea for a memorial—a kind of farewell burn ceremony. We’ll make sure to honor all your brave soldiers who made the ultimate sacrifice. My brother is staying here in Greece for good. Hopefully, his pack can begin anew and thrive. I've got you covered. Take your time and rebuild whenever you're ready." "I'm a bit confused," I said, struggling to make sense of the situation. "So, you're just going to accept his death without any evidence?" My voice cracked, and I yelled out in frustration, my words echoing through the hall. Claudius stared back at me, his expression remaining cool and detached, as if my emotional outburst didn’t faze him at all.

I’d watched them be born. “Let’s bring them home,” Caden says softly. I nod. ⸻ Dad and Mom deal with Tim’s family while we prepare for the funeral. I lie beside Ben and Bill, holding them one last time. “They need a warrior’s funeral,” I whisper. “They’ll get one,” Caden promises, resting my head on his knee as the pack pays their respects. ⸻ “I’ve got an early meeting in the city tomorrow, but I’ll be back for breakfast,” Caden says later that night.

Fairy Nero no longer had anything to defend Lucien with, except that she looked at the ground as she said "He regrets everything he did. He is wrong. I do not deny that, but he regrets it. Don't you remember the day that Princess Emilia died? Don't you remember how he came here and asked for forgiveness after sacrificing the most precious thing he had?" The sage looked at her annoyed “That was an agreement between him and Selene, and Alpha Lucian must bear the consequences of his actions.” Fairy Nero approached her, holding her hand to say “Please, my lady, if it is not for the sake of the alpha Lucian, then let it be for the sake of Ethan. That little kid has been deprived of so much since

Ernest walked with the officers to where Maureen and Stanley sat. "Good day sir and madam, I apologize deeply for keeping you waiting, I'm Mr. Ernest Bestman and my wife Olivia" He introduced. "Oh no worries sir, I know who you are the pleasure is all mine" Maureen claimed cheerfully surprising the officers. Stan wasn't at all surprised at how she softened, once she saw the senator with his wife. He shook the man and they all took their seat. So officer Richmond continued. "Mrs. Moore, your daughter was hit by his son on his way back from a nightclub. And he fled the scene. And sir. Your son never cared to look back and attend to the victim. He made his statement yesterday he agreed to be th

I am sorry for not being there and for not being able to tell you anything. I was so happy when you called me dad. I was waiting for that day but unfortunately, I will not be there to see my little girl turn into a lady. I wish I will be there to correct my mistakes and make amendments but I just hope you will forgive me. You know, we all have roles to play in this life but we decided which role to play. we are all protagonist in our movie and also an antagonist to others. The first day I saw you, I knew that something great was coming but I couldn't place a hand on it.

There was a twinkle in his eye. “How much did he offer?” “I can’t tell – sorry.” Caesar bit his lip. “My! You are lucky.” He feigned excitement. “Let’s drink to it.” He raised his glass of McDowell’s, Kunle did the same. Their glasses clinked as they brought them together. “To more cases.” They cheered. Kunle had died a gory death some months later. Caesar drank in his honor when the news got to him. He had fallen to a trance that was becoming frequent and he had woken up with the smell of petrol strongly on his skin. He told nobody about this.