Who Is Lucius Mother In Gladiator Novels & Stories

The instant those words fell, Luca rushed toward me. He grabbed my shoulders so hard it felt as though he might crush the bones beneath his hands. “Elena—” His voice shook. “What are you saying?” I looked at him and smiled faintly. The smile carried no warmth. “It means this.” I spoke each word slowly. “Vivian mistook your mother for mine.” “In your estate.” “She tortured your mother to death with her own hands.” The entire lawn fell into dead silence. Luca’s face drained of color.

Livia's POV: Lucius respected my decision to fight as it could easily do. Others might be able to close their eyes and let their hatred of being betrayed wash over the sadness but to me it was hard. To me, madam kalliope was the figure of a mother after my mom, the betrayal I felt was much more agonizing as I had trusted the woman to be my own family. When I joined the fight, I didn't manage to exchange a lot of words with Lucius. However, we fought hand in hand while assisting one another perfectly as if our instincts knew what we should do to help one another reach a higher level of our powers.

There are also two doors inside the room, and just a few steps from the bedside table sits a beautiful wardrobe. “Am I… am I really his mate? Besides, now that I’m thinking about it, I clearly recall that Lucian’s father was once in a relationship with another woman, but she died while giving birth to Lucian. Years later, his father met my mother, his true mate, who already had me from a previous relationship because my mom’s former lover had passed away from natural causes,” Claudia pondered aloud. “So even though we aren’t related by blood, doesn’t it still feel wrong that the Moon Goddess appointed both of us as mates? Or is Lucian simply playing with me?” Lots of questions stirred in Cla

acknowledged Lucius, the rebel leader, his voice echoing with the weight of responsibility. As the joint empire braced for the cosmic clash, Livia stood at the crossroads of her conflicting loyalties and vendettas. Quoted conversations within her thoughts revealed the intricate dance between revenge and loyalty: "I have played my part in reshaping Rome's destiny, but the cost is steep. Maximus's memory, tarnished by my actions, will forever be entwined with the victories I've aided," Livia mused, her inner turmoil echoing through the corridors of her consciousness.

“Ah, I see the temper there, it’s one of a powerful man. But seriously, all jokes aside, my daughter, she’s a gem. I am sure you would fall for her in minutes, that’s how amazing she is.” Lucius sucked in a sharp breath and took a step back, standing right in front of me and Titus. “Warning was there, you ignored it, so don’t bitch about the consequences that you brought upon yourself. For now, all you need to know is that while my mother is an insane witch, she raised me right. A man should never raise his hand to a woman.”

He giggled at my reply. “Lucian isn’t my true son, he is the son of my brother Perses, but he couldn’t take care of him, so we had taken him in as our own” He continued and I let out a big breath of relief before I realized we weren’t entirely in the clear. “Please tell me that Lucians mother isn’t related to me.” I asked kind of dreading whatever the response might be. “No child she isn’t” my mother said and I fell back into the chair.

Mother demanded from Lucius when we got to the throne room. "I don't have anything to explain to anyone," Lucius grumbled. "It seems you're forgetting that I am your mother and the queen of this kingdom, and I still possess power from the throne!" Mum snarled, staring fiercely at Lucius as he turned his face away from her. "I told you I don't have any—" Lucius' lips stopped moving when Mum's eyes turned red all of a sudden. Green veins started popping out on his skin and his muscles tensed up.

Luci told him softly. “But mummy, this man hurt you, and please don’t deny it, I know he did something for you to have that look on your face.” Julian said maturely in a firm tone. Unable to deny this, Lucianda took a brief flashing glance at the man watching the mother and son drama but nevertheless, she knew that was not the time for sincerity. At this moment, her thoughts should be about protecting her son and his feelings. “No son, I am fine. I screamed because I saw something slimy crawling over my skin.” She told him.

He didn't use his left hand, keeping it tucked in the sling, but his right hand was steady as he adjusted his collar. ​"You didn't keep the name clean, Mother," Lucius said, his voice a cold, dead whisper that didn't carry past our corner of the room. "You ruined it five years ago when you sent her away. You didn't just hide my son from me—you let him choke in a room while your people watched. You're lucky I'm only taking the company from you. If I could put you in the cell next to Julian, I would."

His grip tightened when he finally spoke, his voice was deadly quiet. “This sigil was only ever used by one person.” Aurelia’s breath caught. “Who?” Lucian’s silver eyes locked onto hers. “Your mother.” The room tilted. “No,” she whispered. “She’s dead.” Lucian’s expression was grim. “Yes.” He held up the cloth. “Which means someone close enough to her to possess her seal…” His voice dropped into something terrifying. “is still alive.”