Rage Of The Gladiators Novels & Stories

"Who the hell gave you the guts to try to cheat me? I paid you $200,000 in consultation fees, and yet you worked with an outsider to rob my warehouse!" He punched Greg hard in the face, and Greg's gentlemanly face instantly swelled. His glasses flew into the air and shattered when they hit the ground. "Mr. Chapman, I can explain! This is all a misunderstanding!" He shouted fearfully. "There's nothing to misunderstand here!" Tony kicked Greg to the ground. "Drag this traitor out of here!" Several brawny workers who had never liked Greg came forward right away and dragged him away like a sack. Greg's screams echoed in the warehouse, and they slowly diminished as he got further away. The debacl

And the crowd cheered. Tears rose in my eyes. "The gladiatorial games originated in ancient Rome. The gladiators were usually slaves, criminals, or prisoners of war. Occasionally, the gladiators were able to fight for their freedom. Criminals who were sentenced to death were sometimes thrown into the arena unarmed to serve their sentence. Some people, including women, actually volunteered to be gladiators." Nik explained, his voice gentle. "Orlando was there and had the idea to replicate it. This is eradicated from the human world but it's still the most famous means of amusement in the vampire world."

On the other side of the horizon, The mysterious man, The night in Italy was colder than usual, a sharp contrast to the heat of my rage. The moment I learned Amira had defied my warnings and gone to see Ryan, I felt the familiar surge of anger coursing through my veins, the kind that made me feel alive, made me feel in control. I had warned her, threatened her, yet she still defied me. Her stubbornness would be her downfall, but not yet. No, I wasn’t ready to let her go that easily.

And in this world, looks and status would win every time. The comments came in fast. [What's going on, Nicole? Did someone copy your code?] [Tell your parents right now. Let the dean handle it and kick that cheater out of school!] [Plagiarizers like that are the shame of Arkenville University. Right before the competition, too? That's just disgusting.] As I read their words, I felt as if I was being dragged back into my past life—the bullying, the hate, and the endless comments that ripped me apart.

That seemed to dissolve whatever protests remained as the girl simply whimpered. "No, Sir, please fuck me. I'll behave." Her moans resumed, and his thrusts picked up tempo, though that was barely possible. At the same time, Anaria noticed with interest how Gorlann didn't seem offended by Scar-Arm's overly familiar attitude. As leader of a war-band, Gorlann was unlike any man she had read about in the annals of Imperium war-tales or heard about in the battle-songs. Whereas the Imperium valued hierarchy, order, and formal obedience above all else, these gladiators were an egalitarian lot at ease with chaos; even Gorlann, Anaria marveled, acted like just one warrior among many, spoken to as cas

The Gladiator’s Prize! Intro: This is set in the heart of ancient Rome, the Gladiator's Prize is a tale of forbidden passion and raw desire. Claudia; a spirited noblewoman trapped in a gilded cage of societal expectations, finds herself captivated by Lucius, a celebrated gladiator known as the Lion of Rome. After watching him fight in the Colosseum, Claudia becomes consumed by thoughts of the untamed warrior whose strength and intensity awaken a yearning she has long suppressed.

He didn’t come here to admire his opponent; he came for a fight. Kalen was not ready to cower by slowing the pace of the fight either, he was ready to fight a bloody and fast-paced fight with this guy. He advanced forward also, as they sprinted to meet each other. The spectator’s blood pressure rose on seeing this, becoming hot and hyper-active as some of them started jumping, chanting their favorite gladiators. Bam!! They quickly met as the Emperor swiftly stabbed forward with his spear. The air parted forcefully to herald the coming of the spear, as it cleaved away every air resistance like it was dust.

Sweat trickles down my back and anxiety hammers in my chest, not a single soul here was of my size, they looked big and launched, the predicament finally hits me when I realise Wendy's father had decided to stay omega for his better, This is a colosseum, a raised podium, my eyes search for escape, and more sweat trickles down my back. There is no passage, not until you either win or expire. I'm here to fight like a gladiator entertaining the empire. "She's yours to do anything as you please let the fight start. . ." "What is the meaning of this?" A deep voice cuts through the air and my opponent, well, vanishes into thin air, I turn to face him when he grabs my hand forcefully. I flinch at t

But when I pulled back, he looked like he was fighting himself. "You're insane," he said softly. "But…" "What?" He shifted beneath me, and I felt his arousal press hard against my bare heat. The friction was electrifying. "I'm still angry," he confessed, shutting his eyes like the fury was still roaring its ugly head inside him. "I can't think straight." I moved my hips, grinding harder against his dick. "Well then", I said, sticking out my tongue and licking the side of his face as I hiked my gown up.

"Layla too! She kept fanning the flames in the group chat!" Within seconds, everyone in the room turned on Keira and Layla. "You traitors—cowards!" Keira trembled with rage, pointing at those who had turned against her. "You guys said you'd stick with me yesterday! How dare you betray me now!" Layla collapsed in her chair, her face pale, unable to say a word. I waited until their shouting had mostly subsided, then tapped on the table. "Quiet." The conference room went silent. Everyone's eyes were on me, fearful, pleading, as if seeking mercy.