Barbarian Lover Novels & Stories

“Don’t you ever— ever— tell me I shouldn’t come for you.” Dominic’s eyes burned with emotion so raw it nearly undid him. He pulled her closer. Against him. Into him. Behind them, the guards encircled Barren. But Barren… laughed. “You think this is over?” he rasped. “You think dragging your lover to the battlefield ends the war?” Dominic stiffened. Amara turned sharply, eyes blazing. “You don’t get to speak to us. You don’t get to breathe in our direction.” Barren smirked.

“He kills for no reason other than his own humor.” “Is that what ye think ‘e did?” RedBayne was astonished she didn’t know more about her lover. “Of course, ‘tis!” “Ye’re adorably naïve.” The redheaded giant chuckled in a way that made his chest shake in humor. “I’m far from naïve, RedBayne!” She sent him a chiding look. “I’m the Barter Queen of the Blue Lark.” He sobered. “And who do ye think keeps ye there?”

“I am not in love with her. That was your deal, yours and Mikial. You gave over to the love feelings and from that moment on, you were toast.” “Just because you haven’t yet, doesn’t mean you won’t.” “I admit I find her intriguing and wouldn’t mind getting her in my bed but anything else is not on the table,” Barshan stated. He knew he was lying to his brother. The woman already had a hold over him. The kind he’d never felt before. When all this was done, he wanted to explore whatever it was between them. Only he felt a bit afraid it would be more than just exploring, he may get lost in her instead.

"For years, I thought what I felt for you was love. But it wasn't. It was obligation. Expectation. The pack said we'd be mated, I accepted it because I didn't think I deserved anything else." I stepped closer. Not aggressive, just closing the distance enough for him to see my eyes clearly. Silver and crimson. Certain. "Real love is what Valtherion gives me. Not because I'm powerful now. Not because I'm Prime Alpha. He loved me when I was Luna Ghost, a nameless fighter with a secret identity, more scars than sense." "He loved me before he knew my bloodline, before he knew my name. He loved the person, Darian. Not the status."

Maybe Liam would cry in shame. I walked away. But my legs felt weak. My chest ached. My throat tightened. I did not want to go home. I walked by three streets until I saw a small bar, its lights blinking. I had never been there before. I hated alcohol. But tonight, I did not care. I entered and sat in the darkest corner. "Something strong," I told the bartender. The first sip burned. The second numbed. By the third, I shook with silent sobs. I buried my face

“No, it is you who forgets yours. This will end badly for her, Malik. It will end the same as all the others. She will never love you once she sees you for what you truly are.” “You are not a seer.” Malik argued, “You cannot see the future.” “No, I cannot, but I have seen this happen enough times to know what to expect.” With that final sentence, Hans stalked from the room. Malik was left to ponder his words. He could blame Hans for his anger. They had both suffered equal heartache at the hands of mortal women. Unlike Hans, Malik did not blame those women for their refusal to accept their true nature. Fear was a natural response to what they were.

I stare right into his beautiful eyes, desperately searching for a hint of the person I knew him to be. His hand grabs my neck roughly, "Do you know who I am, May?. I am not one of the teenager you are used to." I swallowed my fear, ignoring the rising pain in my neck. "I don't care. " "You should Jailbait." "I don't care." "I am not someone you'd want to run into Ina dark alley, I am not a prince charming. I am the villain who eats little virgins like you for breakfast. I am a nightmare."

“How does it feel to wear luxuries, Miss gold-digging bitch?! she said all words with emphasis. I felt like my blood arose on her remarks, but I kept calming myself to avoid a physical fight. I would not go low like that just because of her judgment. I could sense that everyone’s attention was on us and the queen bee is not stopping. I didn’t know why her blood is boiling towards me every time she sees something in me. It was clear that she's humiliating me but thank goodness as the professor arrived and the class started. I listened to the front but I wasn't able to concentrate because of what happened. "Is it really a big deal for a billionaire to love a nobody?" I thought. "Why they alway

the bulky man said. The awe and adoration in his face, as he looked at Ronan made it difficult for me to keep a straight face. His eyes turned to me. “Is this your mate and Queen?” “You didn’t mention that she was such a beauty!” The man praised, and he stretched his arms out. “Who gave you the guts to dare hug my wife? Stay your hand, Damon,” “Zira, this is Damon. He is the prince of the Lanx kingdom,” “Damon, this is my mate and my Queen, Zira.”

He couldn't envision what his married life would be like with her, especially when his heart was still reserved for Fahira. Thinking about Fahira, Darian's vision instantly blurred. Could he still consider Fahira as his lover, while fully aware that he had handed her over to his cousin, Gavin? Yes, Gavin was a good man to take care of his beloved. Darian took a deep breath and let out a sigh as the pain pierced his chest once more. It was excruciating. "If only I knew falling in love could be this painful," his heart murmured, feeling constricted. Nevertheless, Darian never regretted falling in love with Fahira. On the contrary, he felt immensely grateful for having her, even if it was only