Pompeii Novels & Stories

Marcellus and blondie sat across them and even as he smiled and and tried to focus on her, Lyra could still feel his gaze on her, while blondie giggled continuously batting her eyelashes. "Where is this place?" "This is Chamomile, a place with a mixture of fun, class and finesse. Here, rich people hang out to hook up, have fun or meet business partners." Lyra nodded, "then why are we here tonight?" "To have fun. Since Marcellus and I have a lot in common, I thought it was best to show him my little hideout." Henri smiled before he pulled Lyra into his arms, his other hand brushed the hair away from lyra's face, his hand stroking her chin.

Romeo means pilgrim to Rome. - I honestly don't understand why you know these things and why they matter at this point in my life. - Simply because it is heartbreaking, as the death of a “strong prince” " frees” the powers of the Greek god of war. Now, a pilgrim and one dedicated to Jupiter can, perhaps, lead to the defeat of Mars by a strong prince. - Old man, your brain is burned out. – Shane, who remained silent the entire time, says while eating some cookies.

you are just a child! The response to that was so shocking that I nearly fell off: ‘You don’t need numbers when you have the courage to confront your enemy. I will take care of them right here and now! Well, it takes a lot for me to lose my temper, but after this mess, I’ve reached my boiling point. I AM SUBARU, THE BLADE OF OSAKA! AND I AM GOING TO UNLEASH MY RAGE AND KILL THEM ALL... AND LIVE UPTO MY NAME!’

The ruins of ancient Rome burned. Statues cracked, columns crumbled, and smoke curled into the blood-red sky. The air reeked of char and molten stone. Every street was a battlefield. Every shadow trembled with fire. At the center of the devastation, the Chimera reigned. Its lion’s head roared sheets of molten flame across rooftops, its goat’s maw spat streams of black fire that split marble, and its serpent tail lashed with venom that melted steel. Tanks had fallen. Jets had failed. The Eternal City was dying.

We had lunch, I got pizza which lived up to my expectations by the way and Gelato in dark chocolate flavors. I got to know dark chocolate was called Cioccolato fondente. I really might start learning Italian. Such a beautiful language. Mister only had coffee and complained about my choices for lunch. ******** Eventually, we reached the Colosseum. I had read about the Colosseum before. In books, it was always described as this massive ancient amphitheater where the Romans held gladiator fights and public spectacles. I remembered pictures of the broken arches and the stone seats, and the numbers…how it could hold tens of thousands of people, how it was nearly two thousand years old.

"Let’s start with some general knowledge questions. Who can tell me what the capital of Italy is?" Vince’s hand shot up quickly. “Rome,” he answered confidently. "That’s correct," Mrs. Harrison said, nodding. But before she could move on, Genesis raised his hand and added, “Rome is also known as ‘The Eternal City’ because of its long history and significance in ancient times.” Mrs. Harrison smiled. "Very good, Genesis. You both know your facts." Vince felt his jaw tighten as Genesis gave him a small glance. Mrs. Harrison continued with more questions, and each time Vince answered, Genesis would add an extra piece of information, always trying to outshine him.

He said, and I nodded my head. We materialized in front of a large structure that looked hundreds of years old. It was dusk and the structure was lit with accent lighting from below. There were people bustling about and I was surprised to see how many of them stopped to admire Rowen. I mean literally just stopped walking to look at him. “This is the Colosseum, It’s the largest ancient amphitheater ever built. This is a very important landmark here in Rome.” Rowen said, ignoring the stares of the townspeople.

He wafted it away with his hand as I approached. 'Aren't we better off doing this at night?' I asked, following his gaze out to where the city sat shrouded under a blanket of early morning mist which clung to the towers and domes, the double statues of the goddess Victoria resplendent on her chariots, rising through the fog. He took and drag and blew the smoke out the side of his mouth. 'Rome's the third most visited city in Europe, after London and Paris. Where there's crowds, there's the possibility of confusion. Always the best form of defence when it comes to Watchers. Breakfast?'

Four days had passed since the carnage on Via dei Nebrodi, and the air in Palermo still carried the acrid scent of smoke and grief. The church of Santa Maria Assunta, a baroque jewel in the heart of the old city, had become the epicenter of the city's sorrow. The funerals for the innocent civilians killed in the bombing—nine lives extinguished in an instant—drew a crowd so vast that the narrow streets leading to the piazza overflowed with mourners. Black veils, tear-streaked faces, and clenched fists filled the square. Flowers piled high against the church doors, and the bells tolled a somber rhythm that echoed through the ancient stone walls.

"Right. This is Vespera's first visit to City F, after all." In the back, Vespera nodded in agreement. She looked calm, her voice light and musical as she spoke. "Anne might have misunderstood. This is really my first time in City F; it's like a dream for me! Now I get why everyone wants to come here. It’s so vibrant." Vespera leaned towards the window, a big, bright smile lighting up her face as she admired the towering skyscrapers. "We’ll head straight to your hotel room now," Anne said, turning slightly to look back at her. "We need to get you ready for the event tonight. It’s important that you look perfect."