Rage Of The Gladiators Novels & Stories

The crowd’s roar becomes stronger when the Red Wolf draws first blood by hitting the Iron Ram’s head, the Ram spits out blood but isn’t down yet so he strikes back at the Red Wolf’s side. The Wolf immediately blocks it and kicks the Iron Ram in the chest and hits his face again with the sword. Killing isn’t allowed in Gladiatorial games anymore, the weapons are blunted and hollow but the attacks still draw blood and blood is all the crowd really cares for. As for me all I care about is the rush of the crowd and the thrill of watching the Champion Of Capua defeat his opponent. But all of my hopes of seeing victory turns dim as the Iron Ram sweeps the Red Wolf’s feet and kicks his face as the

My eyes were on him as I enunciated, "I've been blind all this time, Jackie, but that won't happen again." A pregnant pause seized the hall. Jackie was black as thunder, and if looks could kill, I'd have dropped dead. He clenched his fists and roared at the nearby bodyguards. "Don't just stand there! Toss this crazy bitch out!"

The testing facility would be searched, the test subjects discovered, and Mercile Industries would be exposed for all the dirty secrets they hid from the world. She crouched over 416. His beautiful but angry dark gaze focused on her. Rage burned in his intense glare. She swallowed the bile that rose at what she had to do to him next. “I’m sorry. Really. I have to do this to you.” “I’ll kill you,” he rasped. One hand flopped on the floor next to her. “I swear this!” His throat worked. “I will kill you with my bare hands.”

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Draco’s oakmoss and leather scent filled her nostrils and made her insides tweak, to her dissatisfaction. She sat uncomfortably and watched the cage. The gladiators were all wounded and bleeding, yet they kept on fighting, landing punches hard enough to send an ordinary man to his grave. One had the other in a tight headlock, cutting off his air supply. As the weaker gladiator struggled in the hands of his opponent, more boisterous roars rippled in the pit. She winced loudly when one of the gladiators turned into his lycan form and pounced on his opponent with his claws and fangs. The gladiator pulled out his opponent’s femur, crippling him.

Less than a horse, and more than a goat. I haven't cried since. Rage is more useful than tears and I've got enough of it to burn this arena to the ground if someone handed me a match. I watch as the gladiator pulls his sword from his opponent's throat and turns toward the crowd. Ten thousand people scream his name. “Kael! Kael! Kael!” He's massive, tall, bronze-skinned, and built like the gods carved him from something harder than flesh. Scars map every visible surface, his arms, his chest, and a jagged white line that runs from his temple to his jaw.

It barely covered my thighs, and the fabric clung to my breasts, making my nipples poke through. Heads turned my way. Men in the stands pointed and whistled. I felt exposed, but a thrill ran through me. This was my chance for something wild. I scanned the arena. Three gladiators caught my eye. They had just won their fight and stood tall, covered in sweat and grime. The first one, Marcus, was bald and huge, over six feet with muscles like rocks. He held a net and trident, his eyes sharp and hungry. Next to him was Secundus, dark hair matted to his forehead, broad chest heaving as he gripped his sword. His arms were thick from years of battle.

Draco's oakmoss and leather scent filled her nostrils and made her insides tweak, to her dissatisfaction. She sat uncomfortably and watched the cage. The gladiators were all wounded and bleeding, yet they kept on fighting, landing punches hard enough to send an ordinary man to his grave. One had the other in a tight headlock, cutting off his air supply. As the weaker gladiator struggled in the hands of his opponent, more boisterous roars rippled in the pit. She winced loudly when one of the gladiators turned into his lycan form and pounced on his opponent with his claws and fangs. The gladiator pulled out his opponent's femur, crippling him.

Mirk. He didn't understand anything the newcomer said. He just kept walking back and forth.Nothing could match his fear and anger. Unable to bear it, he punched the wall. "This is my damn fault! Damn it! Damn it!” It's bleeding but he hasn't stopped yet. He only stopped because of Mauve and Mirk and grabbed both of his shoulders. He still struggled. "Fuck! Let's go! I'll fucking kill them. I will kill whoever did this.” He said that over and over as if he was losing control.

the woman in an angry tone but did not raise her voice. Ara was then quickly felt so alarmed. "O-Oh no ma'am, please, my parents will be very angry with me. Another thing, am I not the real victim here? This man has humiliated me!” at the last words she said Ara was unable to hide her anger for Daniel. "Maniac!" she added then sharply stared at the man actually who did not smile and yet, still had in his beautiful eyes the intense amusement for her.