Mabel

Spartacus loses the only link he had in that hell and what remains is only pain.

This fic was born from the fusion of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians saga with the Spartacus series. Reflect now. What would you be able to do for love? Would you risk your life for love? Would you die for the one you love? What is worth more: Dying for the one we love or living tied to memories?

Dinha e Mary

3rd century BC, time of the policy of bread and circuses, to please Rome, its senate, magistrate and praetors. Made at the cost of lives, men and women, fighters, warriors, gladiators. Behind honor, glory, life and freedom. Rome was expanding, conquering territory, killing what it saw, imprisoning the strongest enemies. She was one of the Amazon warriors, feared Sparta and great Athens. Time of Greco-Roman culture, of the ancient gods, of their children, true heroes. When I fall, let it be in battle, in this place of sand and blood. Let them say that I lived in the time of great warriors, of oppressors and tyrants, say that I lived in the time of gladiators, of the sacred arena, bathed in sweat and blood. Who I am? I am an Amazon warrior, a demigoddess, a Greek, a gladiator.

Garota Anônima

She could hear her heart beating, strong and determined, filling her ears and blocking out any other noise. She could feel the hot wind against her face bathed in sweat and blood, she could see the dust particles flying in front of her face. She felt a rush of adrenaline, as if she could conquer the world with her two strokes and the strength of her muscles, all by herself.

Kamyuu

So much pain, so much grief, so much fear. That hard-headed idiot had asked him to live and be happy as long as he could, but would that really happen? He knew they were protecting these innocent people, but how it hurt to know that he had left the most important thing in his life behind.

ANNA VESPERNew Author

Draco Malfoy had an excellent opinion of Harry Potter. Living with him was beginning to change that. With his Mayfair flat under renovation, staying with the famous swimmer had seemed like a sensible suggestion from his best friend, Hélène Blanche. Potter was disciplined, polite, and had inconveniently lovely green eyes. What Hélène hadn’t mentioned were the mugs, the overnight guests, and the irritating ease with which Harry made him laugh. Between afternoon teas, research that kept no office hours, and an Olympic qualifier, Draco was discovering that he might like Harry even better once he stopped seeming perfect.