Julius Caesar Zeppeli Novels & Stories

“You mean, that madman who was very much like you and one of the Seven Geniuses of the Krystalline Academy?” It was Ciaran’s turn to glare. “He is nowhere like me, Zillah.” Zillah just shrugged. “Whatever, just go ahead and continue, Your Highness.” Zephrain threw his head back and laughed. Ciaran frowned and looked back at Zephrain. “Jucel Greyn was now under my Mother’s scrutiny. Might as well put her in your list as well.”

Zeno:no I didn't your majesty please forgive me I will never do it again Karl:yes you are right you will never do it again cos you are joining your general kataros (gives the signal to the soldier to kill him) Soldier:(beheads Zeno on the spot) Karl: please get this body out of here it's beginning to irritate me Soldier:as you say your majesty (takes Zeno body out of the throne room) Karl: finally Jupiter is under my control time to look for other planets to conquer starting from Saturn

He pressed a button on his jacket. "Lucius is dead. Someone killed—" he tried to signal the other mates nearby but his words became muffled when Marcellus lifted from his knees. "My lord!" He staggered back, bowing courteously after regaining his composure. "I..I didn't know it was you, lord Marcellus." The air thickened around them with tension when Marcellus approached him, he faltered but stood his ground. Pursing his lips, never making eye contact with Marcellus. Marcellus smirked, loving his fierce spirit.

Romeo puts on his helmet to hide the heat he felt on his face, and sits down, without touching Julius. - Don't be afraid, I don't bite without being provoked. – Julius says. – Have you ever ridden a motorbike? - No. - Then lean against my back and hold on to me. The path will not be smooth, and I don't want to lose you along the way. Hesitantly, Romeo moves forward until Julius's warm body is next to his, and places his hands on his shoulders. Crossing his arms, he holds Romeo's hands and forces him to hold him around the waist, then starts the motorbike and takes off towards the waterfalls.

Should I step in? I’m not sure. What am I supposed to do? I begin to hear a conversation that Cult and Irish are having with one another and that is all that I need to hear to conclude what is going to happen next. "You are going to make him answer by the truth serum poison in your claws?" Irish says. My eyebrows are not understanding the terms that they are using to talk. What do they mean by truth serum in his claws, what else? There is only one man in history that is able to do this kind of thing. Zepheus, he is ancient and he was a lemensech.

I studied her face for a few seconds before reaching out to accept what she was holding. She dropped a folded piece of paper into my palm and continued to avoid my gaze. I crunched my face in disgust at the dampness of the paper before opening it with only the tips of my fingers. My breath hitched as I read the contents of the letter. It was from Vincenzo again, but this time it was addressed to Manuel. He was writing to him about his experience with my men whom I sent to kill him. He wrote about how he killed them, and how he was certain that I was still trying to kill him.