Rage Of The Gladiators Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 "Ohhh! Gosh! What an amazing moves! They are just falling like UFO' she whispered to herself. She could no longer move from her position due to nervousness. She was washing her face outside the gate of Andrea mansion seven o'clock in the morning. There was a faucet near to Mother Mary's garden. She plans to go to Mama Mary's Grotto and clean up its surroundings. There she saw a helicopter flying around. The height of the helicopter's flight was almost above the tallest coconut tree. Suddenly there were scout rangers jumping from up above. They just circled moving down in the air and stood up on the ground like they're standing holding in the positions of their high powered gun. Ja

It was a spectacle of degradation, designed not just to break the body but to shatter the soul. I knew that face—twisted in agony, but unmistakable. Richter. The Prime Ministers secret guard dog. Here, in my arena, being drilled like a common whore. Anatoly sucked in a sharp breath beside me, his composure cracking. " What the fuck is happening here?"

she raised her finger to display her engagement ring, “He always has been. And nothing you do will change that.” I shot up to my feet, my anger boiling over. “We will see about that,” I challenged her without even thinking. The smug look on her face was immediately replaced with an angry expression. “You don’t want to test me.” My lips stretched in a small smile. “Oh but I do.” We squared off, exchanging heated glares, with none ready to back off.

Getting out of this place and living my life, seeking revenge for everything is what I needed. “ Even if my mother accepted you, I don’t! You disgust me and you’re a coward for leaving us before.” I tried to run out of the place but his strong hands hold my arms and throw me at the corner. “ Let me out! I don’t want to live with you!” Throwing punches, I thought I have a chance but when he avoided it and throw his own punches, I became lost. Just one punch and everything went black. “ I…I’m so tired,” I told the man who claimed my father as he is seating in front of me while watching me fighting his men. Yes, his men. I thought his just loaded but I didn’t know that he is a goddamn mafia lea

The spectators buzzed with excitement, fervently debating who would claim victory. The duel began with the clash of swords, the sound sharp and relentless as they struck again and again. Vaani pushed forward, driving the Crown Prince to the edge of the cordon. Cornered, he leapt into the air with the agility of a seasoned warrior, somersaulting over her head and landing behind her.

What a waste of my time! Magnolia's face turned cold. Then, she let out a sharp laugh. "So that's what you really feel about all this?" The temperature around them seemed to drop. Quinton’s face went pale, and he fell silent in fear. But it was already too late. Magnolia had already pulled out a scalpel and slashed Quinton's waist in one swift motion. He stared at the wound, blood pouring out, disbelief written all over his face. Only then did the pain seem to register as his scream echoed through the hospital.

Marshals kept on running around trying to fit all the warriors of Khenealm until they announced that those unfortunate enough to be on the back part had to let their leaders be prioritized in getting inside the hall first because they were about to discuss really important things. A riot had broken out earlier due to a group of young warriors, maybe aged twelve to fourteen, who made a big issue out of the overwhelming number of the crowd. They proclaimed themselves as Palmarium, whom Raeya called were formed only after the war a year ago. They began shouting to the marshals that if the Triad called for the leaders of each company leaders only, then maybe they didn’t have to put up with such

I had already soiled myself enough in war to hesitate if someone is bent on killing me. “This is because destruction wears a family face. A face you know very well. Flesh of your flesh and blood of your blood. When he wields his sword, you will want to show pity, but don't hold back.” My face went white as if I had seen a ghost. They recognised that look and preyed on it. “Ahh! The dark one knows what or whom I'm talking about, so pray tell. Is he someone you love? For the sake of the world, you will have to unleash your fury to them.”

Xavier crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the door. Seeing Bianca who just didn't answer, Xavier became very angry. He approached Bianca and immediately threw away the ointment that was in front of Bianca. "You should be taught a lesson, bitch." Hearing that, Bianca bravely returned Xavier's gaze sharply. "Watch your mouth before I rip it off!" Xavier chuckled, suddenly he grabbed Bianca's hair. "Try it, if you can do it," Xavier said defiantly. The anger that had been suppressed for the past few days seemed to give Bianca strength. Bianca quickly grabbed Xavier's other hand and immediately bit Xavier.

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?