Verus Gladiator Novels & Stories

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

It was a spectacle of coordinated brutality, a dance of death choreographed by Maximus himself. The Veronan gladiator, known for his swift strikes and calculated moves, found himself outmaneuvered at every turn. Alcides anticipated his opponent's every move, leaving Marcus in the perfect position to deliver devastating blows. The crowd, initially unsure of the dynamics at play, witnessed a masterful display of teamwork.

"Kelsey, you're seriously amazing. No wonder you're a special admit student. You even solved the hardest problems as if they were nothing. Once you wrap up the last bit of code, we can finally submit, right?" My advisor gave my shoulder a firm pat, smiling with pride. "I know how much work you've put into this. Without your core design, we wouldn't even have a shot. With your program, I'm sure we'll take first place. A full-ride scholarship is basically guaranteed for you." Their words made my chest ache. Because in my last life, when I was accused of plagiarism, my teammates and teachers had stood up for me, too. But their voices got drowned out fast. Haters doxxed them online, and they suf

Nero's gaze fell upon his cousin and Alpha Maurius, who were both convulsed with laughter and derision. His voice reverberated through the air, a sharp and cutting cry that pierced the stillness of the moment. "You shameless people!" he exclaimed, his words ringing out with a force that left no room for doubt. He stood there, helpless, watching as his beloved companion was subjected to unspeakable torment at the hands of these ruthless individuals. Verity winced as her hair was yanked, her face slapped, and her stomach punched. Verity's desperate pleas for salvation fell on deaf ears as he stood there, powerless to intervene, as he watched his beloved mate succumb to the merciless onslaught

the old man said, hitting the woman once more. Verena’s eyes watered. She tried to spit out the blood that was in her mouth, but she was too weak to do so. Instead, she smiled with her red teeth. She was fearless. Verena knew that it could be the end, but she would rather accept it to be like that instead of taking Zoren down with her. However, she felt her body tense up as soon as she saw a familiar face appear out of nowhere. Nobody else seemed to notice, so she knew that it was real.

Another thing that must remain a secret or more enemies would be acquired. For many years now, Veris had always stood up for him, supported him and made sacrifices for him, so why was he standing against him now? “This cannot possibly be coming from you.” On this roof, they looked like a complete contrast. Veris, a bald man with writings tattooed to his head, adorned in white robes and with the most gentle look, and Ikrus, a complete opposite in a long buttonless long robe with black long pants. His scars were the scars of victorious battles and his eyes told the tales of the price that was paid for such victories.