Verus Gladiator Novels & Stories

“Listen I—“ Another vicious slam in the face, and the man’s head rolled backwards. I swallowed hard, shivering to my bones. And I felt Jaxon come up close to me then. “You can look away if you can’t bear the sight,” he said in a quiet tone, and I nodded, stubbornly keeping my eyes pinned on Lazaro and the man. “Now,” Lazaro continued, pulling the man that was now unrecognizable, up close. Knuckle braces were badass. Deadly. “This is your last chance to save yourself from death. I don’t tolerate traitors.” Lazaro paused, his gaze drilling into the man’s face. “Who’s your accomplice?”

Tomorrow night come hell or high water we would take Vargr down. I had eighteen Gladiators that I was able to initiate last night, and I’ll be damned but each one that became pack was able to link with me. Their chips were still active, so they couldn’t shift, but whatever loophole granted us to be able to communicate mentally, I was thankful for. I didn’t have to understand it; I just had to accept it. This made shit a whole heck of a lot easier. Two Gladiators went into the ring and only one came out. The one that died was not a great loss. It happened to be one of the men who tried to violate Rogue, one that I had not initiated and had no intentions to.

Victorious and towering above his fallen opponent stood Lucius, the gladiator known as the Lion of Rome. His body was a masterpiece of strength and ferocity, bronzed from endless hours under the sun, his muscles carved from the relentless training that had forged him into the empire's most celebrated warrior. His dark eyes, fierce and unyielding, scanned the roaring masses, his chest heaving with exertion. In the shaded balcony above, Claudia, a patrician woman of noble blood, watched him with rapt attention. Her delicate fingers gripped the railing, her knuckles pale against the gold trim as her eyes remained fixed on him.

Carter grit his teeth for the next hour and howled in rage. “Moon Goddess! End my agony” Verona cried out in a sobs. “Please kill my son! I would rather see him dead than be a carbon copy of his father! Lucius Luthor, I Verona Luthor REJECT YOU!” She screamed. She cried out in more pain as the connection to her chosen mate snapped, afterwards, Verona passed out from the pain. He kept staring at me like he wanted to say something pain, written all over his face.

Jaden had a girlfriend and he never even mentioned her in front of us. I looked at Veronica. She was thin, and she was wearing a red track suit with her short hair in a perfect bob, while her hand around Jaden. Her face was plastered with a layer of makeup, which actually made her look like a fake barbie doll, placed in the window shelves of expensive toy houses. They did not look good together at all. Why on earth did I have to witness this? And looking around, I saw that almost every person was paired up with someone. Except me. Before I could react to this situation, the trainer came in and began to stare at the crowd.

She turned meekly toward Scar-Arm -- the one Gorlann had called Vercingador. Not wasting time, the gladiator motioned behind him. "Kneel behind me, girl. You can flick your tongue against my balls while I fuck this pussy. Hurry!" Gorlann had already stepped away for his final walkthrough of the villa. Meanwhile, feeling degraded beyond belief, Anaria knelt. The naked Imperium girl now had a perfect view of Scar-Arm's clenched buttocks and testicles jostling as he fucked his tied-up, bent-over victim. Latya's moans continued in time to the rhythm of the gladiator's thrusts. Anaria could see that cock lance Latya's pussy each time, sliding effortlessly into her welcoming wetness. Anaria had to

“And she wasn’t innocent either. No one in this game is.” Nico’s jaw tightened as he watched the exchange. Nero’s tone turned deadly. “So you partnered with Viktor,” his gaze flickered to the body on the floor. “And Luigi,” Rea added casually. “Our cousin was quite easy. He hated you enough to be useful. Viktor was not as easy as Luigi, even though he hated you too. But he had his incentives.” She smirked. “He was my lover as well,” she added, shooting Nico a death glare. But the latter barely reacted, and this stung her deeply.

Hard enough that Veronica tasted blood, but she smiled anyway. “Yes,” Veronica said quietly. “There she is. The real Luna.” Gasps rippled through the spectators. Vera grabbed her, dragging Veronica into the dirt. “You don’t learn,” she hissed. “No,” Veronica rasped. “I adapt.” The Luna lunged. Veronica rolled fast, slamming her elbow into Vera’s ribs. The crowd roared approval. Here, brawls were entertainment. Death was just… Tuesday. Vera recovered quickly, claws out, eyes black with fury. She pinned Veronica and drove her fist down, once, twice, skull ringing.

"Skylar Blanc!" At the look on his face, Veron's feline eyes narrowed with smugness and resentment on her delicate face. "I bet you didn't see this coming, huh? Here's what happened. I've cured myself of the soul-sucking bloodworm with glazed water, and now you can control me no longer!" "I swear to avenge the death of my mother at your ruthless hands! No mercy for you!" As the words rang, energy burst from Veron's entire body as she landed a slap on Skylar's back/

Veronica could hear her thumping in her chest. “Despite his betrayal, you still have faith in him?” Makeba lifted an eyebrow. “I- I’m the CEO of Glazier Group, not a random girl on the street! I can fight against him.” Veronica boldly stated. “I can fight and win Chase’s custody. Let’s do it!” She turned to walk to Aries, who had his eyes set on them.