Roman Colosseum Blueprints Novels & Stories

Through the blue light, the ink seemed to rise off the page, change shape, and then became clear text. Ancient Latin. Age-old, but readable. "I can see it," I breathed, my heart beating against my ribs. "It's... it's a blueprint." "Translate," Marcus Blackthorn ordered, leaning forward, his glass of scotch forgotten in his hand. I scanned the page. The illustrations were horrific.....sketches of human bodies being stretched, hollowed out, and filled with black ink.

He brought her to a massive, weathered ruin—the Ancient Lumero Colosseum, one of the Seven Wonders of the World. Though it wasn't normally open at this hour, Lucian had probably arranged their visit in advance, as the closed iron gates opened to welcome their entry. After climbing the stone steps upward, they soon stood at the highest point of the colosseum, overlooking most of Lumero as if they were standing at the highest point in the world.

Pulled out a thin file. Old. Worn. Not digital. Paper. That alone felt wrong in a world like this. He placed it on the table but didn’t open it yet. “This estate,” he said slowly, “was rebuilt twenty-three years ago after the Romano internal purge.” I frowned. “I don’t remember hearing about that.” “You wouldn’t.” He finally opened the file. Inside were architectural blueprints. But not normal ones. These had markings. Hidden tunnels. Sublevels. Sealed chambers.

And for the first time in centuries, two different heirs were preparing to return to it. At Blackstone The War Room had transformed overnight with the scattered notes from the previous weeks were already cleaned and placed in a box. The countless theories and uncertainties had also been erased. Now, every board displayed only one subject. VALTIERI ESTATE The enormous blueprint occupied the center of the room and beside it lay enlarged photographs of the gardens, every courtyard, terraces and pathways. The four prehistoric stone sculptures Nicholas had unknowingly identified. The ceremonial fountain. The western cloister. Every alteration Alessandro had commissioned during the last thirty yea

"So, perfect." "Yeah," I breathed. "Perfect. Just like he said." Kate gave me a gentle nudge. "He’s in the study." It was almost like she had read my mind. I found Nikolai at his desk, flipping through a binder of parchments. He glanced up as I walked in, his sharp gaze softening immediately. "You’re back." I nodded, walking over toa his desk. “How did it go?” “Site visit went well. Veneto walked us through the blueprints again. The courtyard will have a central open-air theater, and the residential towers are being modeled after the Crescent layout."

The bus pulled to a stop and Layla and her fellow college mates filed off of the bus. "Oh my god! I can't believe we are actually in Rome!" Mia squealed, grabbing her friend's arm. Layla smiled at Mia's enthusiasm, feeling her own excitement bubble through her. Layla brushed her auburn hair from her hazel eyes and looked down the streets of the Celio district. In the distance she saw the world-famous Colosseum, looming over hundreds of tourists who bustled about the busy streets. It was a beautiful spring afternoon and a perfect day to go sightseeing.

It had torches that lit up the insides but Nik kept a tight hold on my hand anyways. When we reached the top, I looked over the arena and smiled. It was beautiful. The Coliseum was an open aired, ovoid shaped structure. It was three storey high. The seating area was formed of concentric rows of stands which were supported by arches built into the framework of the building. The common public was already seated there, talking amongst themselves.There were s total of six towers at regular distance which were a storey taller than the rest of the structure. We were on one of those towers so it meant that one tower was for each Kingdom and one was for the High Council.

He then stood up with me and grabbed his camera. Let the tour begin. * * * * * * * * Today had been eventful, amazing and beautiful to say the least. Leonardo had planned it all out. He got tickets to the Roman Colosseum which was surprising not far from the Panella cafe. Leonardo was my tour guide. He told me that the Roman Colosseum was a large amphitheatre that housed up to 65,000 spectators in the Roman days. This was where the famous Roman gladiatoral combats were held followed by the bloody, gory and murderous death.

It wasn’t. “Still breathing?” Luca stepped inside, dirt clinging to his boots. I noticed a rolled blueprint under his arm. “Barely,” I muttered, pushing myself up fully to a sitting position. I winced, feeling pain everywhere. “What took you so long?” He tossed the blueprint onto the table and unrolled it. “Had to steal this from one of Caesar’s men. I barely escaped.” He looked up, his eyes hardening on mine. “It’s his mansion. Every hallway. Every tunnel. Even the escape routes.”

I wiped the sweat that was dropping off my forehead with the back of my arm and mentally thanked myself for wearing something light and airy. Amidst the large crowds of buzzing tourists, Alessandro tried to talk through the tourists as he showed us around. We stood in front of the outer walls of the Colosseum. "The wall is 186 meters long and 156 meters wide. It's built with travertine marble and is held together with iron." "Why is half of the building missing?" "Good question!" he says, "it was damaged by several earthquakes and collapsed in 1349." Despite the damages, you could still clearly see the construction of the building. There were many exposed layers of pilasters and arches if yo