Rage Of The Gladiators Novels & Stories

After all, there is nothing more dangerous than a man who has nothing to lose. The fighting around me fading in my ears as my vision tunneled, locking onto the foe before me. His stupid grin pissing me off, he didn’t realize he was the prey and I was the hunter. And I wouldn’t stop at anything but his death. Like lightning he moved for me, but I was quicker. Catching his throat in my hand I slammed him to the ground, pinning him in place by straddling him. I reared back and began to pound into his face, easily rearranging his entire bone structure with my fists. They gave way like I was crumpling dead leaves, the crunching of them punctuating each strike. Again and again I struck, savagely,

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And why? — You're a jerk, Caccini! You offended me just because I wanted to repay what you did for me! Why the fuck were you bleeding like that? — I exclaimed in a tone that the words scratched my throat. — Who can get beaten up so much in a single night? Who comes back from the dead and is already looking to die again? Boston isn't even that dangerous to take a on any street corner! Despite the questions, I didn't expect an answer. He didn't owe me, it was more of a vent.

Riven says, “Don’t do this, you can’t beat him.” Rage bubbles through me. I turn to Riven, “Shut up! I can handle this.” My blood is boiling, pushing past my point of comfort as my teeth elongate into fangs. My fingernails extend into claws, and with wide eyes, I hold my hand in front of my face. “What the hell?” I flex my fingers and the claws don’t go away. What is this in-between state? Marcel laughs and says, “Oh, this is good. I haven’t met a great wolf in ages. Not since… back then.”

But one fact was known, if Rachel was going to fight with Julius Cesar, her suckers were forbidden to interfere for or against her, and the same was true for Brenda and her lord. Nightfall fell with heavy rain, strong winds and lightning ripping through the black sky to rival the fight already underway as in the days of the gladiators in Rome, on the stony beach beside the castle between Rachel and Julius Caesar with the audience on the rocks. Without further ado Rachel 'armed' herself with her powers and jumped on Julius Cear who was already expecting the attack, then grabbed her by the wrists, growled angrily, and spun her around in a pirouette before throwing her against the rocks. And wi

The crowd cheered as he stepped into the makeshift arena, his eyes scanning the other gladiators. His first opponent was a wiry, muscular man with a thick cock that hung heavy between his legs. They circled each other, their cocks throbbing with anticipation. Lucious lunged forward, grabbing the man by the waist and slamming him to the ground. They grappled and writhed, their bodies slick with sweat, their cocks rubbing against each other.

Then, his attention snapped to the arena—drawn instantly to the fight between the murmillo and the thracian—both gladiators—as he sat down. The air reverberated with a deafening crash as the two gladiators’ weapons collided, the sound of shattering steel echoing through the arena. BOOM BOOM BOOM He couldn’t help but shout—momentarily forgetting Caligula, who was supposed to be trailing behind them. Asprenas cheered, immediately joining the roaring crowd. His blood surged with excitement. Then the fast-moving thracian stepped back, danced around the heavy, sturdy shield of the murmillo, looking for a way to attack.

A wide portion of land built for one thing: sick pleasure. It’s a ground of death battles. Trained wolves—three to five—are set against each other. It was like the Royal Combat, but different in a darker way. Only one was meant to survive. The winner had to be the only one standing. They called us Gladiators. Kill or be killed. The first time I stepped into that sick place, staring at a few fellow young, familiar warriors, I thought it was a cruel joke— Until my Attack Wolf’s instinct kicked in.