Nero Claudius Fate Novels & Stories

The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with the weight of the elders' scrutiny. As I finished speaking, one elder rose from his seat, his movements deliberate and calculated. His voice cut through the silence like a knife, each word dripping with malice. "If Cane chooses her, then he has chosen war," he declared, his eyes flashing with a fierce intensity. "The council will not protect him." The room seemed to shrink further, the air thickening with tension. I felt a shiver run down my spine as the elder's words hung in the air, a challenge to Cane's loyalty and the pack's unity.

how was Jude arrested" Mr.Peku wondered, Mr.Welsh went to the precinct with the autopsy result, at the precinct he looked at the result, seeing the cause of death and also Jude DNA was found on Hazel's fingernails as he was struggling with Jude, Mr. Welsh was happy, he took the new evidence to the captain. In the evening, Mr.Peku was restless, drowning in his thoughts, he went to see Mr.Ralph at his house. "There is bad news" Mr.Peku said to Mr.Ralph who was sitting down watching N*****x, "Tell Me about the bad news?" Mr.Ralph asked, "Jude has been arrested by Mr.Welsh, as I am talking to you now" Mr.Peku replied "What, didn't I tell you to see the captain the other day!" Mr.Ralph replied ye

"Says the most arrogant El Musharc to live. Your uncle wasn't arroga-" "DON'T DO THAT. Don't take his name into your mouth", he seethe as his hand is fisted. "We lost our family's head because you couldn't control your goddamn power and now that we need those powers they are gone. I hate you not because my favorite Uncle died because of you but the fate of our coven lies in a weakling, a sadistic maniac, a spoilt brat. Raindrop will a better Queen", he ends and I instantly regret asking that question.

This time, he'd gone too far. Naples greeted me with its deceptive charm, bright and chaotic in the early dawn. But beneath the city's beauty lay a darkness, and Marcus thrived in that underworld. He'd built the largest gambling ring in Italy, trapping desperate souls with debts they could never repay. Those who failed him didn't just disappear; they were sold piece by piece, their bodies scavenged to pay back what they owed. I knew every ruthless detail of his empire, because I'd been his protégé, the weapon he'd shaped to secure his grip over this city. But not anymore. Today, I was here for retribution. And Marcus, of all people, should have known better.

“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,

My father was on some sort of cheap crack or something because there was no way in hell he'd have agreed for such an agreement with his sworn enemy. "We made peace with it," my father replied. "Nero is the youngest Don Italy has ever seen. He's tactical, dangerous and he inherited the position after his father and brother died—" “—were murdered.” I interrupted. "You mean after you had them murdered." His jaw ticked. "That was business and it stays in this house." "So is this," my mother added. "A marriage to end the vendetta. Merge the empires. One bloodline. One legacy."

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?

A heavy silence settled in the room, it was almost palpable and destructive until Soraia continued: -Nobody has anything else to say around here? -I do," Augusto said, as he sat down at Soraia's feet on the bed, "you know that Julius Cesar will keep chasing you, even more so now that he has tasted your blood. -But what does that have to do with it? After all, he has tasted many types of blood, right? Augustus sighed, scratching his head.