Verus Gladiator Novels & Stories

asked Lucas. 'Oh no, far from it, Lucas Colton King. A robot is basically a computer created to mimic human intelligence. I am more of a software integrated with a wide knowledge base and can interact even without having a command.' The woman/ interactive consciousness noticed that the two were still not quite getting what she was saying. 'You can ask me anything,' was what the AI finally resulted into saying. "Oh, so that's how you know our names," added Lucas. 'Of course. Lucas Colton King—son of Lincoln and Kerry King , born April third, year twenty-eleven.'

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.

The small, dank room reeks of mildew and my own blood, the metallic tang heavy in the air. I’m bloodied, beaten, but there’s no way I’m letting them see the pain. I keep my expression as neutral as I can manage, despite the throbbing in my head and the sharp stabs of pain shooting through my chest with every breath. I know this game—show weakness and they’ll exploit it. Lucan has been in and out, watching with that snake-like grin as his goons work me over. His taunts are pathetic, trying to worm their way into my mind, speaking of Verena as if he ever had a claim over her.

Verity was on high alert immediately as she stiffened inside Vera's mind. ‘Tire puncture nails littered in the middle of the road leading to your house… You understand what this means?’ Verity remarked in alarm. “Someone wants to harm me.” Just as she whispered that, a chorus of footsteps erupted behind Vera. ‘And they're right behind you.’ Verity said. ‘Verena, let me take control. They're men and…’ She counted the number of hearts beating behind them. ‘They're ten, all strong and healthy. You can't handle them with your human body. You need my strength.’

Jonathan said smiling and pointed the pistol from his side He points it at Akira and at the same time Akira asks Azrael for help as he cries in fear. "A-azrael help me I don't want to die please" "Don't worry because I won't let anything happen to you" Azrael replied “Don't touch him, Jonathan, I am your opponent, not him. He doesn't know anything about it! ” Azrael shouted and stood up as he struggled. Jonathan's men immediately stepped on Azrael and knocked him down. It started to strangle Azrael as well as it did to seraphine. Gradually, the two lost their breath when the window suddenly shattered at the same time as the man who was strangling Azrael fell.

He chuckles. It’s my turn to have a little fun, so taking a page out of my mother’s book, I grab the cactus and shove it down the rogue’s throat. He gags, splutters, and screams around the prickly little bastard before I rip it out, making sure to tear as much of his esophagus as possible. He screams in agony as the glochids, or the short little prickles, lodge in his throat. “What do you want with Juniper!?” I shout again.

During the year when I was in a vegetative state, they repeatedly had sex in my home right in front of me. "So Aurora is the one who should leave the marriage with nothing." The entire courtroom instantly exploded with noise. Even the judge widened his eyes in shock. The color drained from Aurora’s face. She clenched her teeth and stormed up to Elara. "Elara, do you even know what nonsense you’re saying? This is a courtroom. If you dare to slander Kieran and me like this, I’ll sue you for defamation!" Looking at Aurora’s polished appearance as she desperately tried to argue her way out, I couldn’t help but laugh.

1 SECOND. With a sound like a growl, Julian threw himself back to the terminal. His fingers were no longer frozen—they were alive with the trained speed of a technical genius, the instincts of a man who had built and broken code since childhood. He typed the word he had taught him, the word that had bound them once in trust and now offered their only hope: VERITAS. The terminal beeped. The screen flickered. For an endless fraction of time, nothing happened. Then the countdown halted on 0:00—and a new line of text appeared, sharp and white against the black:

"You have to suffer first before I die." She was surrounded by Glenn's men like they were in a brawl. Veronica receives from Brandy that their back up will be in five minutes. But Glenn attacked her without using guns and she defended herself. He was damn strong. But only her speed could surpass him. He's too big and too muscular. He is surely strong but she learnt something from Sabrina. No matter how big the opponent is, they could put them down in swift motion.

He slid down, shifted back involuntarily, human again, bleeding from half a dozen deep wounds. Veron shifted too as he stood over him naked and blood-streaked. “You can’t win,” Veron said. “Not anymore.” Marcus pushed to his knees as blood dripped from his mouth. “Then kill me.” Veron smiled. “I will. But not yet. I want you to watch the Pack fall first.” Marcus surged up one last time, his claws extended as he aimed for Veron’s heart. Veron caught his wrist mid-strike and twisted his hand. His bone snapped and Marcus screamed. Veron drove a knee into his stomach as air exploded from his lungs. Marcus dropped.