Barbarian Mc 소설 & 이야기

The burn scars on his right arm were still raw, and his eyes carried the heavy, haunted weight of a boy who had looked into the abyss and fought his way back out. "It’s him," someone whispered in the crowd, the sound carrying in the echoing chamber. "Patient Zero," another voice murmured, thick with awe and terror. "The Demon of Meru." The crowd instinctively parted, clearing a path for him. They looked at Baraka not as a fellow refugee, but as a mythological figure. He was the boy who had survived the train crash. He was the host of the pure Source. He was the one who had shattered the Hive and brought the mountain down on Zenith.

Hi guys! I'm back! Back with a new story titled Bared To You and it's the sequel to my very beloved book; Someone Like You. This story is going to explore the life of Leonidas Sebastiani's first son Maximillian and his relationship with the rebel from an enemy territory; Havindelle. Her name is Edwina Jonas. Not to give any spoilers but just to make my lovely readers aware just in case you get confused... Maximillian lied about losing his memory so he wouldn't have to be sent back home and adopted the name Justice for himself, which is what he's going to be called for now. I don't want any confusion which is why I'm stating it in this author's note for you guys to know.

He didn’t know if he wants to join in, but, taking a brief look is fine for him. “You don’t have to apologize for a battle, Ruhan.” “E-Eh? But—umm—“ Jai chuckled. He reminded Jai of a certain earthmate he just made friends with. ‘He’s too humble.’ A yawn escaped Mac’s lips as he hears the MC talking in the arena. “You fight like a pro, but you apologize for it. You make it sound like Bara is actually so weak...” Mac muttered lazily. Bara laughed, “Yeah, don’t apologize. I lost, that’s it.” Then he stopped and seemed to realize something. He turned to Mac, “Hey!”

Demetra lightly stroked his katana, saying coldly, "It seems your Adru isn't that great either." "Damn it!" Bari's face turned extremely fierce as he saw Adru forced back. At the same time, the spiritual energy and the aura of destruction on Bari's body surged once again. Then, two Adru figures formed from the power of destruction and separated from Bari's body once more. "What?" Demetra was shocked. He never expected Bari to possess such strength, being able to single-handedly conjure three incarnations of destruction. This person's strength was at least above that of an A-rank assassin.

Deep down, I thought to myself, "Your dad is no saint either. I, too, am capable of doing the same things as him." The sensations coming through my palms continued stimulating my brain. It felt like a fire was crawling through my veins, rendering me restless. More than that, the burning desire within me was like an erupting volcano about to tear me apart from the inside out, tempting me to take it another step further. Just as I was about to reach my breaking point, Jerry got to his feet all of a sudden. He had his arm over Maya's shoulders to support her as they headed toward the washroom.

But with the Alhaj's backing, they would be more than willing to. The bikers joined us where we stood, the most popular and feared biker in the whole of Harmony City was Baraka. A large, wild man with a big beard and a piercing fierce look to go with it. He got off his bike and came straight to the Alhaj. They embraced like they were good friends.

​The victory of the Westside bid felt like a crown made of barbed wire. It was heavy, it drew blood, and it marked me as the primary target for every predator in the city—none more dangerous than the man that now leaning against the mahogany frame of my office door.

" 'Xavier Bass' he's a university's 'Big Bad' and if you want to study without getting yourself in trouble than you better stay away from him" She warned me with seriousness but for some odd reason, I felt myself getting curious about this Xavier, " big bad? Why would you call him that?" "Because he's Big and Bad " "Huh?" "He is a bully Marilyn and with a bad anger issue. If you get on his nerves , he'll literally gonna make your life a living hell" "Well, we can always complain to the teachers about him , if he tries to " Even though I was getting scared, I said that with fake confidence, trying to be brave..

I wondered if blood might bind us. Luckily, it did not. Still, as I grew, many mistook me for him. And in time, I became what I once feared — cold, relentless, and eventually named the Barbarian. He was the darker version of me. Older. Crueler. “If a gaze could kill, I would say you’ve slain me countless times, my dear twin,” Kazakth’s voice broke my thoughts. Somehow, he had drawn near without a sound. I may have stood taller and broader, yet he was no lesser Alpha — he was an enigma, the most powerful of our kind.