Novel & Cerita Barbarian Assault

Barren cocked his head toward the sound, then back to Dominic. “That woman,” he said evenly, “turns you into a boundary worth breaching.” Dominic’s voice went very, very soft. “She turns me into a boundary no one survives breaching.” Something like approval flickered in Barren’s eyes. And then, like smoke, he took a step backward. Another. A third. He melted into the treeline as if the night itself made room for him, leaving the second shooter on his knees and Caleb sobbing into his hands.

His men shot out their claws and dug them right into the hearts of the Caelin pack warriors but before they could get up, a blur of grey fur and muscles appeared, lunging at all four guards and leaving them lifeless on the ground. Max's eyes widened as he turned to the beast who had just vanquished his men as if they were nothing. In that moment of fleeting fear, Baron's massive, clawed hand came straight at his chest, but I dived quickly, pushing him out of the way. “What are you doing, Baron? This is not what we came here for?” I seethed. “Speak for yourself,” he chuckled, as more of his men stepped into the room. “We both have different reasons for being here. This is mine. I vowed to do

Their leader, Captain Henson, screamed orders from the ridge, firing round after round of silver. “Kill them! Kill the freaks before they multiply!” Barbie blinked to his shoulder, smile wicked. “Multiply this, jackass.” She snapped her fingers. His rifle turned into a blooming vine of molten light—then exploded, sending his body tumbling down the cliff in flames. The mountain roared again—thunder rolling, snow turning to red mud. The last of the ASA line broke. Wolves ripped through their defenses, shredding tents, tearing armor, crushing bones.

No one answered and there was no sound apart from the unending noise of The Unbidden Army down below. “Is there anyone coward enough to choose the losing side and walk away from me?!” he boomed, looming closer to them. Gia and Cynthia were right behind the masters of the Vrek Cult on the second row but they got the urge to cower away as The Baron advanced. “I am the greatest! I am most victorious! I will win this war and prove that destiny can never be denied even when it is stolen!” he bellowed. Gia held her breath. What was The Baron talking about?

“How many left fighting?” “Too many still down,” she says. “But the antidote with your blood is working . Slowly.” I nod, wipe sweat from my brow with a bloody sleeve . “We need more patrols . If Valerius sent poison, an attack is next.” Barion leans in the doorway, barely standing, sweat pouring down his face. “I’ll lead them.” “You can barely walk,” I say, voice sharp . “I’ll crawl if I have to,” he growls, eyes fierce . “No one else touches my pack.”

"Mr. Hale, you represent one of Chetvine's three major special forces, the Special Ops! Who is this punk? How dare he make you kneel before him? You should get up. We don't need to take him seriously at all." Barnaby's face twisted with rage as he shot to his feet, screaming, "I told you to keep your damn mouth shut! How dare you tell me what to do? You piece of shit, shut up!" Slap after slap rang out as Barnaby cursed while delivering a brutal beating to Dante's face. Within moments, Dante's rough features were covered in red welts. Though his martial artist's constitution could normally handle a few slaps without issue, Barnaby was striking with full force.

I bellowed on another warrior to carry him to the General Clinic. I clocked my eyes on the three Barbaric Rogues in the Hall and rushed to the first on my right. He was creating gashes on one of the guards who was trying to shield himself for his dear life. I got to the Rogue, sank my claws through him from behind, and clenched my finger on his spiky spinal cord. Do y’all remember this move? Let’s call it the Bear move.

I smile hungrily. Dorian doesn’t scramble. Scars cover his skin, like most rogues, making his expression almost impossible to read, but his gaze goes to the sky. The hair on the back of my neck prickles. ‘Baz, how did you—’ The assassin leaps to his feet, twists, and slashes a second sword I didn’t even fucking see across Baz’s chest. My friend topples with a yelp, and Dorian sprints over his body to the fucking trellis at the end of the alley, the one Baz climbed down to get here. I snarl and coil my muscles to launch into another chase.

“Or… maybe you recognize me. Maybe you remember the way you felt back in my hotel room… when there weren't any masks between us.” Barbara’s breath caught, but she forced her face to stay still… her split personalities, the professional assassin, fighting the woman who wanted to push him right down onto the marble and ride the fuck out of him till she was writhing in ecstasy, the people gathered around them be damned. “Why do you seem hellbent on making me into someone I’m not?” Barbie could feel a bit of irritation building. She didn’t know if it was towards him or herself. “Instinct,” he said, spinning her into a slow, dizzying circle. “I tend to have a very good one… especially about dange

“Or is he simply a brother who refuses to kneel to a tyrant?” Carl’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked violently in his cheek. He gripped the edge of the podium until the marble threatened to crack. “He attacked my men unprovoked! He ambushed my own son in the western woods!” “Ah, yes. The ambush.” Elder Darius slowly turned his gaze toward Baylor and the intense scrutiny made Baylor flinch, shrinking back under the spotlight. “Tell us, young Baylor. How many of your brave warriors did the bloodthirsty Drogo slaughter?”