Barbarian Mc Novels & Stories

"You didn’t know, Mae? I’m Byantara Samudra’s half-brother. Nice to meet you, I’m Baraka Samudra. We didn’t get a proper introduction last time, did we?" ***

I’m furious. My eyes meet Bhyron’s and he just lifts a brow at me. “So, do you agree to my terms?” My anger finally wins. “Who the hell do you even think you are?” I ask through gritted teeth. He leans back in his seat, a corner of his lips lifting in a smug smile. “My name is Bhyron Macaulay. People like to call me The Business Beast.” Oh, this man really knows how to make me angry. “I will not marry you, Bhyron.” I say firmly. “It’s the last thing I would ever do.”

“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 ashborn pack, eating everything its path as if it were alive and starving; as if it were seeking revenge and willing to destroy everything in its path, setting everything it touched aflame as well.

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

Every time he moved, Banjee would shatter a large group of skeleton soldiers into pieces. Barbarian King was the same; there was infinite power emanating from his fists. He transformed into a meat grinder as he rampaged through the skeleton soldiers in the area. Those soldiers would be shattered into pieces wherever he went.

She wore her blonde hair down, using her curling iron to give it some bounce, smiling as she looked into the mirror she could not help but admit she looked hot as she planned to have the fun of her life in the most busiest bar in the town. An hour later Serena was already in the bar, she kept glancing across the room with her almost empty glass infront of her, she cringe as she saw most of the men hungrily feeding their eyes on her with lust, she had danced to her satisfaction and was resting when she saw a man approaching her seat, he was tall with dark hair neatly trimmed and styled, skin tanned even under his shirt, she could see he was in great shape as she picture his bulging muscles, h

His voice is serious, and his eyes flick between mine. I feel our bond pull, and snap. I feel it all come together. He’s serious. My body relaxes, as a few stray tears slide down my cheeks. “I’m broken, Ax” I whisper, “I’m no good. I don’t have anything to offer you. We may never be able to complete our bond. I may never be enough”

Maxim let it settle before continuing. “I will not wear a crown,” he said, the declaration cracking through the cold air. “I will not sit above you. But the Vale cannot stand alone. We need more than ashes and grief. We need law, and a promise stronger than vengeance.” Alpha Garrick bared his teeth. “A promise means nothing if the Beast remains unchained. You unleashed ruin once. What stops you from doing it again when power tempts you?”

She understood Jiggy’s shock. Baron was exactly the kind of guy her family would never approve of. If Jiggy was banished just for his sexuality, what chance did Baron have? He was a punk—no doubt about it. With his long, blond-dyed hair, lip and ear piercings, and tattoos scattered over his fair skin (thank his Spanish genes), he looked like a rock star. Tall, handsome, with a rebellious streak a mile wide. But beneath the edgy exterior was a sweet, thoughtful soul. A musician who played in local events to make a living. He was two years older and already living on his own.