Pompeii Novels & Stories

Nor was I aware of how the whole world was changing in those times; every chess-piece, every square being ushered into place by a long arm and a whisper in the dark: {Imperium Romanum}. The port city of Puteoli was like a whole country unto itself, certainly world enough for a meager boy like me, what of all the merchants, ambassadors, sailors and soldiers from territories as distant and enchanted as Parthia and Aegyptus. On rare occasions but with increasing frequency now, it all comes back to me in a whiff and a faint echo: the smell of sulfur that pervaded the air from the Forum Vulcani and the sound of the whole world speaking all at once, with different lengths of tongue.

But not just for food. “Mama?” he asked. “Is it soup day… or just steam?” She glanced back at him, her eyes ringed with fatigue but still holding that gentle fire. “Soup,” she said softly. “A new recipe. Ash and honey.” He gave her a look, somewhere between amusement and confusion. “It’s an old Ruins special,” she said, dropping a sliver of moldy root into boiling water. “A pinch of ash to remind us of where we are. A hint of honey to remind us not to stay here forever.”

Oh god I hope I survive this trip. One of Gideon's staff who maintains the villa comes with us as a tour guide. The whole freaking ride Gideon just non stop giving me butterfly kisses on my neck,shoulder, jaw and face. I did not stop him. Why would I stop him? I am enjoying it. His kisses makes me feel like I need some kind of release that I can't figure out what. If you know please tell me. We reach the area where Pompeii is located and immediately Gideon told me to stand properly so he can take a picture of me. So I awkwardly stand and do my signature peace sign pose.

I gave my pack a weak smile reassuring them I was fine now and stayed focused on our Alpha. "I know you are all wondering why were are here tonight as we, the Blue Moon pack, don't do many of these pack meetings. We are a peaceful small pack after all." The crowd cheered at our Alphas words. "But being so small we need alliances so we have agreed with the Midnight Warrior pack to help them with anything for their alliance as they are the largest Warrior pack in the world." I knew it!

Such a precocious child! "It will be difficult. We can convince Papa to leave here. Hopefully, go to Neapolis? That is where my mother came from," Eurydice adds. I'm guessing Neapolis is the modern city of Naples and was spared from Vesuvius's wrath. I eagerly agree, wanting this family to escape the inevitable downfall of Pompeii. "Time for supper!" Eurydice exclaims. I turn around to witness a house servant lighting the only sconce in the room. I didn't realize the evening has set.

Report: Quinn The bustling city of Rome. Italy. The Via Claudia. Temperature: 25° Celsius (77°F) Rome. City of marble and ruins. Rome's ancient history, once the life of so many a historian, was that of dominance, failure and reinvention. Just like the city of old, the Roman capital had fallen to civil war shortly before the Third World War. Rebellion ravaged Italy's capital, with it's citizens taking a stand against their complacent government. Although Italy's political superiors refused to partake in the World War, they knew they would not be safe for long.

“Papi, Papi! Are we out of the city? It feels like a movie! Look! That’s an eagle! Or a plane? But small. But like an eagle. But—” I nodded slowly, one hand on the wheel, the other flicking the window button down. Cold, sharp air rushed in. Pine began to scent the car. We were almost there. The Romano family compound lay north of New York, in a place you couldn’t find on G****e Maps unless you knew the world’s password. Behind a seven-meter electric fence it looked like nothing more than a stretch of land with old trees. Ash leaned forward the second the gate opened on its own. “PAPI! THERE’S A FOUNTAIN! LIKE A CASTLE! IS THAT—THERE’S A HOUSE ON TOP OF A HOUSE?!”

It was the kind of view you only expected to see on an AI image and not in real life. “You see that dome-shaped building with a pointy structure on top?” Nero asked as he pointed forward. I followed the direction of his finger and nodded. “That’s the St. Peter’s dome. It is the largest in the world and a tourist site. Would you like to go?” He asked. “You have to climb three hundred and twenty-three steps to get to the top.” “I would like to go if we have time. I’ve heard about it online. Seeing it in person is surreal. It’s a sight.”

Time to explore. * * * * * * * * * Today had been so fun filled, amazing and beautiful to say the least. Raphael took me to so many beautiful sites in Rome and I enjoyed every bit of our tour. Raphael had totally planned everything. He bought us tickets to Roman Colosseum and Roman Forum ahead of our visit. The Colosseum was the largest amphitheatre in Rome with an audience capacity of fifty thousand. It was also very historical. Raphael told me this was where the famous gladiatorial combats, animal fights and Romans games were held followed by the bloody, gory and murderous deaths.

, she began. “Breathe life into these butterflies, make them soar”, Dawn finished. As they chanted, their eyes turned blue. The windchime glowed briefly and a wind gently blew through the room, rustling their clothes and hair. The insects wing’s fluttered before they took off one by one. Together Lena and Dawn made the butterflies fly around the room in wonderful formations. “This is cool”, the younger witch breathed, watching the magic with both wonder and amazement. “You think this is cool, then you’ll really love this”, Lena said “pompa”, she uttered, the rough name for ‘fireworks’ in Latin. Dawn jumped as the butterflies exploded with bursts of colour.