Rage Of The Gladiators Novels & Stories

But then— Gaia’s voice fills my mind, steady and cold. “Don’t be a weakling.” A heat builds in my chest, right where my old wound is. It burns, searing hotter and hotter. I can’t contain it. And then it explodes. A shockwave of fire erupts from me, blasting Reina out of the ring and across the gym. The training room is wrecked. Equipment is strewn everywhere, the ring all but incinerated. Yohan and Mateo are on the floor, stunned and disheveled.

She recoiled from the judging stares, her entire body trembling as she muttered to herself. Suddenly, before anyone could react, she lunged at me, knocking me to the floor. Her hands locked around my throat, her eyes bloodshot. "Die! Just die! If you die, my face will come back! Aren't you my daughter? Consider your life a sacrifice for me! Die! Just die!" I struggled to breathe. Tears streamed down my face as I looked at her frantic state. Someone rushed forward and yanked her off me. She was no match for the crowd, and finally, she was pulled away.

His tears seemed forced, and a diabolical grimace crawled up, taking possession of his face. " An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. Blood for blood," he said and then chuckled lightly, like a child without no worries. Annabelle could see how elevated his chin were, his eyes narrowed down to her face. His breathing was noisy and his face red. " I see you hate little creatures," Frenger said. He gave Annabelle a devilish glare, one which made her lips tighten. " Bring in her play mate," he said. And then two men brought a giant metallic box, each producing a heavy thud as they were slammed on the floor. In it resonated the squeaks of mice.

Ean's face contorted in disbelief and rage. "Nonsense! How could she be dead?" He stormed in, eyes wild with panic. Behind a few rows of shelves, a faint figure was curled up on the floor. Ean started shaking uncontrollably. I followed close behind him, my stomach turning at the sight of my own dead body. My eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead, directly at him. My face was icy, and all ten fingers were smeared with dried blood. The floor and walls were covered with the marks of my struggle.

Julietta her face became dark, and she grunted, “I forgot that was today.” “What are the weekly games?” I asked. Julietta stood up and walked to the door, “Carlos lets everyone compete in fights weekly. The winner has the honor to accompany him for the week.” Tomasso raised his eyebrow, “Sounds like gladiator games. But why weaken your own pack? What is the advantage?” Julietta replied, “He says it’s practice for them to get stronger but honestly I think he just like the entertainment.”

They lay sprawled on the carpet soaked in their blood. Logan wasted no time killing Greg Johnson execution style. Greg perched on his knees facing Scarface and Blind Man. Both men seated at a table watching. Pure panic sized the Greg’s eyes when Logan held the knife captive inches away from his neck muscle. Immediately, the knife slipped from left to right across Greg’s collar.

Rage was running his veins like a lava which was ready to burn the whole world. He stood up suddenly, pushing the chair with a great force and his friends looked at him. They could sense the change of demeanour in Killian. Killian's eyes turned bloodshot as he recalled how that whore slapped him in front of everyone. She fucking insulted him in front of everyone. No no dared to raise their eyes at him and this fucking bitch raised her hand at him. Rage took over and he punched the window in frustration, the glass broke and some of its pieces pierced inside his skin. Deep red blood flowed down his palm but he didn't feel any pain. His heart was burning in agony and he wanted to burn Amara in

I was soaked in the rich red of their essence. The warrior cry from the Gladiators came to an abrupt stop. The crowd gawked at the pure display of power they had witnessed. I lifted my arms, the ax in one hand and the sword from the old woman in the other. I tilted my head back and let out a full, deep, prolonged roar like a wild animal. It was full of pain and anger and silenced those mumbles. It echoed and the tremor of its power was felt by everyone.

The seasoned gladiator closed the distance between them with alarming speed, his sword flashing in the sunlight like a deadly extension of his will. The clash began, and Pratas's skill unfolded in a mesmerizing display of precision and lethality. Every strike, every parry, showcased the prowess that had earned him the title of the "Beast of Pratas." The crowd roared, the fervor of their cheers reflecting the overwhelming dominance of the city's celebrated gladiator.

I look to see it’s Dastan with Myra standing behind him. I try to pull out of his grip but my other hand is holding my coffee, I quickly switch and use my now free hand to punch him in the gut. Gah! He releases me and stumbles back into Myra, my brother comes up behind me ready to fight you got some nerve showing up here you fker! I raise my hand to stop Thorn because I know his temper is the worse of us all. What do you want Dastan, I’m sure I made it clear to you that I do not want to see you ever again