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BARBARIAN: Hundred And Six

Autor: StarsTouch pen
last update Data de publicação: 2026-07-11 08:01:13

The blood on Caierre's face was the thing that decided it.

Grant looked at him—white as bone, blood tracking from nose and ear both, held upright only by Alvar's grip on his shoulders—and looked back up at a hundred blades still raised along the ridgeline, and did the math the way he always did, fast and cold and without room for hope in it.

*We fight this, we lose. Simple as that.*

"East ridge," he said, low, moving to Morwen first because she was closest and because arguing with her took less
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  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   BARBARIAN: Hundred And Twenty

    The silver light swallowed everything and left him with nothing.No palace, no burning festival, no throne room, no massive chained wolf breathing in ancient dark. Just black, total and complete, the kind that had no edges to find and no floor to stand on, though somehow Caierre's feet still felt ground beneath them."Fenrir?" His voice didn't echo. It simply vanished into the dark like it had never been spoken at all. "Fenrir, are you there?"Nothing answered.He tried again, louder, and the silence that followed felt different this time—not empty, but *occupied*, like something was listening and had simply decided not to respond yet.Then he heard footsteps.~~Slow. Deliberate. Unhurried in a way that felt deeply wrong, like whatever was approaching had all the time it could ever want and knew Caierre had none.He'd felt Fenrir's presence before—vast, grieving, ancient but warm underneath all of it, like standing near an old fire that had burned low but never fully gone out. This w

  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   BARBARIAN: Hundred And Nineteen

    The festival became a slaughter in the space of a few heartbeats.Caierre stood in the middle of it, powerless, watching wolves who had been laughing with their children a moment before collapse mid-stride, black veins crawling up their throats, and rise again as something that no longer recognized the people beside them. A father struck down the son he'd been carrying on his shoulders an hour earlier. A pair of warriors who had trained together since childhood turned on each other with weapons meant for enemies neither of them had ever expected to find standing this close."Stop it," Caierre said, uselessly, reaching for a woman collapsing in the street. His hand passed through her shoulder like smoke, exactly as Fenrir had warned him it would. "*Stop*, please—""You cannot change what already happened," Fenrir said beside him, voice rough with old grief. "I have wished the same thing more times than you could count, little heir. Wishing changes nothing here. It never has."~~The ki

  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   BARBARIAN: Hundred And Eighteen

    The palace was alive with light.Caierre stood in the middle of it, and for a long, disorienting moment forgot entirely that he was watching a memory. Music drifted up from the courtyards below, strings and drums woven together in something joyful, and lanterns strung between the towers cast warm gold over crowds gathered in the square—families, children chasing each other between stalls, wolves walking easily among the people, all of it lit by a full moon hanging fat and silver overhead."The Moon Ascension Festival," Fenrir's voice said, close beside him though the great wolf's shape had shrunk somehow, folded down into something that walked at Caierre's shoulder rather than towering over him. "Held once a year, when the bond between pack and moon runs strongest. This was the last one Vaelor ever celebrated."Caierre reached out, without thinking, toward a child laughing past him, chasing a wolf pup through the crowd.His hand passed through her shoulder like she was smoke."They ca

  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   BARBARIAN: Hundred And Seventeen

    Caierre didn't move. Couldn't, for a long moment, the enormous chained wolf's crimson eye holding him in place more surely than any physical restraint could have.The chamber around them was lit only by braziers burning blue flame at wide intervals, casting long shadows across chains thick as tree trunks, across scars layered over older scars across black fur that seemed to swallow even that strange light rather than reflect it. The wolf didn't strain against its bindings. It simply watched him, patient, unhurried, its single open eye moving slowly over him like it was weighing something and had all the time in the world to finish weighing it."Who are you," Caierre finally managed, "and what are you doing here?"~~"I have been called many things," the wolf said, voice rolling through the chamber like something felt more than heard. "Most recently, and most unkindly, the Mad Wolf. That name is not mine. It was given after the fact, by people who only ever met what I became and never

  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   BARBARIAN: Hundred And sixteen

    The dark had weight to it.Not empty dark—dark that pressed, dark that smelled of old iron and colder stone than anything he'd walked through yet, dark that carried sound the way water carries cold. And through it, before he could see anything at all, he heard chains.Dragging. Slow, deliberate, somewhere ahead of him, the sound of enormous iron links scraping across stone in a rhythm too even to be accidental."Hello?" His voice came out smaller than he wanted it to.No answer. Only the chains, and his own pulse, loud in his ears.~~A flame kindled in the distance, small and blue, casting light that shouldn't have carried as far as it did. Caierre moved toward it, careful, and the light grew as he approached—not brighter, exactly, just wider, revealing more of the space around him with every step.A prison. Vast, far larger than anything he'd have guessed could exist beneath a buried city, walls disappearing up into dark he couldn't measure, every surface within reach of the blue fl

  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   BARBARIAN: Hundred And Fifteen

    Three hours.Alvar had stopped trusting his own count somewhere after the second, but Grant kept murmuring the time anyway, low, mechanical, like saying it out loud was the only thing keeping panic at bay. Caierre hadn't moved. Hadn't blinked, hadn't breathed in any way Alvar could see, one hand still locked around the crown's dark metal, eyes open and fixed on absolutely nothing.The black mist had grown bolder in that time. It no longer simply circled him—it rose in slow, deliberate waves now, coiling upward from the base of his spine until it took shape at its peak, unmistakable, a wolf rendered massive and ghostly in curling smoke, jaws parted in something that might have been a snarl or might have been grief. Then it dissolved, always, before anyone could decide which."That's the third time it's done that," Eryndor said, quiet, watching the smoke fold back into nothing."Is it protecting him," Morwen asked, "or trying to get out?""I don't know anymore," the old man admitted. "I

  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   Barbarian: Chapter Four.

    Did he just speak?The thought ran through him like a wildfire spreading through the shagani forest. He stared at those crimson eyes that stared back, confused yes.Who wouldn’t be? Caierre just blunted out the word mate to a stranger that he knew nothing aside from the fact that he was supposed to

  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   Barbarian: Chapter Three.

    ‘It smells like sewers’That was the first thought that came to Caierre’s mind as he slowly opened his eyes. The room was almost pitch black except the little light that found its way through the half sized window.He touched his head that was spinning, his body felt like he was hit with a brick. A

  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   Barbarian: Chapter Two.

    “That was the last of them, Alpha.”Another lifeless wolf dropped to the ground just like the rest that has been in this tavern. The smell of blood was heavy in the air, mixing with the burnt scent of spilled ale and broken wood. It wasn’t the first time his attackers had tried to assassinate him,

  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   Barbarian Prologue.

    “State your name, barbarian”Caierre stared at them with hatred in his eyes. Barbarian that’s what they call him but who turned him into this? It was on his thirteen birthday when the Wulfren plains were invaded. The brightest light he has ever seen spread across the trees that surrounded the ashb

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