Nero Claudius Fate Novels & Stories

“You don't have to call me general anymore because I am . . . your friend, Cladius Won.'' I was dumbfounded and speechless. He was—what? Claudius was a close friend of Vishton and mine. He was a nobleman from a family of wealthy warriors of Normous. Even though he’s a noble, we shared a great bond that lasted for years, but he needed to leave us behind to focus on his studies and responsibilities. It’s been years since he left and now that we met again, I can say that he changed a lot. I’m just sad because he can’t reunite with Vishton anymore. "Are you already a general?" I asked. I can’t just believe it. I thought he wanted to be an engineer. I’m not belittling him, but when we were kids,

I didn’t realize at the time I would have preferred this life rather then what came next. After a few years, trying to protect Paityn from swinging hands and pushes, there was another accident. Uncle Dick, which is what I always referred to him, which always made Paityn laugh, was yelling at Paityn at the top of the steps for her to clean up a coffee cup that he had dropped. It shattered all over the floor. When she went to the top of the steps, she mumbled under her breath about him being the one that dropped it so he should be the one to clean it up. He must have overheard her, because he raised his hand to back-hand her. I ran faster then I ever thought possible for fear the punishment sh

I murmured, more to myself than to Cale. “Master,” Cale continued hesitantly, “there’s been word of resistance. Killian and Darius have united their forces. They’re planning something.” I smiled. “Of course they are. But it’s already too late. The final phase of the ritual is in motion. Even if they reach us, they’ll find nothing but their own undoing.” The Second Sacrifice

"He has admitted to killing the Lortal." As if on cue, the hushed whispers intensified, spreading like wildfire, Jupiter cleared his throat and all went silent once again. "He admitted to killing the Lortal, Hannibal Barca." That's not too bad, Lucian thought. He'd probably get a beating and be done with it and judging by his appearance and the solidifying merlot blood on the floors of the court, he had been punished already. Then what exactly was this meeting for?

He's mine and no one can take what is mine. He was the reason I remained a maid so he'll notice me one day but that Cindy girl had to come into the picture and mess things up for me. I wasn't going to leave that happen. He's mine only, and I hate to share. I'm going to have him all to myself, no matter the cost.

He always uses a golden glove to hide it. "What do we do father?.." I asked. "Her blood can make the king immortal." Harrod answers. "Who?." "King Gerald's daughter." Father replies. "So?." "Get me her blood or I'll take away your right as the prince!." Father says with a serious look. I sigh and nod affirmatively. "No worries. Where is she?." I speak through gritted teeth. I'll do anything when it comes to having the throne!!. SAGE ACADEMY

I just needed it to end so, so much. "You think that brain-dead old man of yours gives a fuck about your opinion?" Roderick also found his tongue. I gazed at him. Vittoria caressed his chin with a palm, and I bit my lips until I tasted metal. "Fabio wants you to be the new Sin of Wrath. You and you alone." Deep, soul-cutting hatred rested in his voice as he seethed. "I'll never accept it without your permission, Roderick! I'm your wife!"

“Bring her back…” “I… I do not know what happened…” “Es stercus! [Shit!] Do something!” “Nero—” “Si quid illi accidit, omnes te necabo.” [If something happens to her, I’ll kill all of you.] At first, they were just faint sounds of familiar voices, but then they started to get clearer and clearer. I am very sure that it came from Nero and Amadeus, it also sounds like they are fighting. Everything looks blurry and I can only peek at the slits of my eyes. Through that, I tried to absorb what was happening when I heard nothing after that spine-chilling statement from Nero.

He carried the blood and then started with himself by using the blood to rub a little on his forehead, then shouted very loudly, the blood of the young bull, Grant me liberty, after saying that, something happened upon his life, and he felt a strange power that left in his body and immediately, he was free, he wanted to stop to ask some questions, then a voice came up and said to him, " Focus on what you're doing for you won't be able to understand this mystery of mine," says Aphrodite. He then walked to the side his guards were standing, he then had to start with Claudius and then did it the same way he did his own, as he dipped his hand and placed it on Claudius's forehead, all of a sudde

I won’t kill you that fast. Claude mocked in the most sarcastic ways. His sarcasm hid a deep trauma. And that trauma is now the fuel of his revenge. After long torture, Claude knew he took all the information he could get from the uncle of Flora. So he burned him alive and watched him die remembering every single time he was hit, tortured, and molested by that criminal. Cassius wasn’t able to take that. He waited outside. Then Claude came out looking cold and solemn, like a monster. He said to Cassius as they got out: - They are having a dungeon nearby.