Verus Gladiator Novels & Stories

he walked in confident and she turned to him with her sword and he was less confident, and leaned back immediately before his head could get severed. Okay looked like his time was up. She rolled and kicked his ankle making him land hard on the ground. Not on the mat, on the hard ground and he hadn’t been given proper treatment so that hurt. She was over him and thrust it forward but he rolled away and she stabbed the ground.

Arielle could read the unbothered look on Delilah's face. "You don't seemed convinced." Arielle's expression went bitter, she was pissed at the fact Delilah didn't seem to take her bullshit. Delilah realized forming an innocent smile. "Your threats are bullshit. Of course I'm not." Delilah hissed trying to look for another glass of white wine completely ignoring Arielle who couldn't stand it thought of it.

Veronica grinned, and when she looked at Veron, they were both stunned. Veron was surprised when their lips almost touch. He gulped when Veronica parted her lips to distract him. Veronica punch, and kicked him that led him to end up collapsing on the floor. He moaned in pain, and his member already announced that Veronica had won against him. He scowled. Veronica cheated in the games, and he was sure that Veronica had used her beauty to tame him.

Again I am wrong as I feel myself being lifted on top of a shield as the world around me goes dark… “Today 2 Exceptional Warriors stand before us in a bid for glory!!!” I’m back in the Capua Arena again, in my 7 year old body. “From the frozen wastelands of the North, with the strength of the Black Bear and the finesse the deadly Mountain Lions, I introduce to you!!! Virexius The Iron Ram!!!” The Gladiator wearing the Blue armor and horned helmet raises a sword as a salute to the deafening roar of the crowd.

"You love him, don't you?" I paused for a moment, thinking of Zac, then softly replied, "Yes, I do. I love him very much." Verus nodded, understanding, sitting back in his seat and smiled. "Well, let's go get him, then." And at that point, I knew I had no choice but to trust this almost two-thousand-year-old gladiator. I just hoped I was making the right choice. "Before we go, let's get one thing straight," I said, my own green eyes flaring. One side of Verus' lips curled into a menacing smile, knowing what I was going to say. "If you double cross me, you won't live long to tell about it. That's a promise."

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

A man whom Alex greeted as Marco, met us and led us down a dark damp corridor, the air was thick with the smell of decay and something else… something unsettling. Then I saw him. A figure clad in black, leaning against a wall in the shadows. He was impossibly tall, with a face that could have been sculpted by a Renaissance master, marred only by a permanent intimidating scowl. Dante Giordano of the legends. He exuded raw power, an aura of danger that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. He gave me a disdainful glance before turning to Alex, his expression a silent, ‘Who the hell is this?’

"Cranberry glitter glue. The holy grail of preschool warfare." An eyebrow twitched. Barely. But it was more reaction than she'd gotten yesterday. "I thought maybe we could do a little art therapy. Or just glue random objects to the scary wolves outside. Whatever works." No laugh. No smile. But the silence had shifted. The chair beside her scraped back. Not the angel. The other one. The always brooding demon of vengeance in black. Of course. He appeared like smoke—unannounced, uninvited, carrying gravity in his wake. He didn't speak at first. Just looked between them with a sharpness that felt like being dissected. His gaze dropped to the toast between them. Then to the glitter glue tube in h

He signaled his men to catch her. As per request, his men start firing at Veron. They thought Veron was just a mere man like him. Veron is able to dodge the bullet and change his eyes color. Once he is in the active mode, he dashes to them and takes off his gloves. All the bullets that are intended to him meet a failure when all of it turns into a cloud of dust once it touches him. One by one Vendetta's men turns into dust. Vendetta itself was so shocked after knowing that Veron is one of the Golden V. Seeing his abilities, he was even more surprised.