Barbarian Mine Novels & Stories

I said, opening the meeting without preamble, seeing no benefit in pretending otherwise. “We have.” Councilwoman Merit, the eldest among them and the sharpest, folded her hands on the table with the particular precision of a woman who’d spent decades choosing her words carefully. “Ashcombe’s approach to the Fenmore and Cray packs this week wasn’t subtle. They’re testing whether the neutral territories would support a challenge to Silvermoon’s current standing, should this marriage fail to solidify as planned.” “It will solidify.” I kept my voice level, though the confidence in it cost me more effort than I wanted to admit, given everything currently unresolved in my own household.

"Julian, the fake coordinates are pointing to the middle of the Bahoruco mountain range, but the hardware gateway name is BARAHONA-SUB-FOUR. That’s not a military base or an office complex. It’s an old industrial designation." ​"A sub-surface mine," Julian said, his voice dropping into that low, dangerous register. "Silas didn't just build in the Bavarian mountains. He bought up old, abandoned industrial infrastructure across the Caribbean basin during the commodities crash of the late nineties. Barahona is famous for larimar mining and old salt deposits. If it’s marked as SUB-FOUR, it’s a subterranean facility built into a deep alluvial terrace."

Christine asked with furrowed eyebrows, trying to understand Kimberly’s sudden question. “Um, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that, it just came out.” She nervously tried to explain after realizing what she had asked. Christine gave her her warm signature smile before replying. “It’s okay to ask, Kim. What would you like to know about Roy?” “I don’t know, anything you tell me would be fine.” Kimberly timidly said, feeling quite embarrassed for sounding like someone who was obsessed with Christine’s husband’s nephew. “Roy is… how do I put it?... Roy is the ruler of our clan.” Christine began.

Low murmurs broke out between wolves as I passed them. I caught the words "slut" and "whore" as I walked. I simply ignored them. Thankfully, Crescent Moon had trained me to have thick skin. As I approached the mail room, I caught sight of a beehive hanging from one of the trees outside. Someone should really do something about that. It could easily be a hazard. I shook my head and stepped into the mail room, where a familiar pair of girls turned toward me. Gina and Jenette Jones, or Jay for short.

The mines that provided us with our most needed minerals had sat flush against the mountains of the Diarna, and had been the first places attacked and utterly decimated by the shades. "I didn't know they were that hard to come by out there," he said, stopping outside a red curtain. This whole wing had red curtains for doors. "You mean you guys don't have a shortage?" He shook his head. "We have a small mine at one of our other nests. The toxicity keeps the population small, but they get the job done. Aaron, you in?" "Burney? What the hell are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay -"

Dobah asked, obviously interested in this new piece of information. "At first, an Alpha of a pack, White Sted Pack to be exact, had visited our Prince a couple of months, bringing news of a certain cave of Baresis in which large amounts of Absterum had been found in..." Aiden replied, though Kane cut him short at this point. "You mean the mineral that can help us work under the sunlight without being burnt to ashes? This mineral...???" Kane asked, pointing at the small glowing red orb right in the middle of the ring he was wearing on the smallest finger of his left hand.

She believed that using the old Zonian mines to enact Pentalium's vengeance would deliver the justice they deserved. In the age when the Kingdom colonized this land, the Zonians excavated these mines. They burrowed deep into the earth, creating tunnels that formed a sprawling city beneath the Kingdom. When the time came for the Zonians to rise again and fight against the old Kingdom, they abandoned their underground home and rallied the tribes from above. They forged weapons from unusual iron sourced from these mines. The craftsmanship required to create Zonian weapons has been forgotten over the years. Still, suppose someone is fortunate enough to discover one. In that case, it is wise to k

Looking at the wreckage around him, Adrian said, “What should be shattered has already broken. Now, let’s see what remains.” Tyron and the Violet Rain Bird were left speechless. As they gazed at the devastated landscape, they were in awe of Adrian’s incredible power. Suddenly, the final section of the mountain exploded, revealing a radiant glow in the distance. “What? How is this possible?” Tyron gasped. The Violet Rain Bird wore a similarly shocked expression as it observed the blinding light emerging from the mountains. “That’s a top-grade spirit stone! This place is a spirit stone mine. There’s something extraordinary about this mine,” Tyron exclaimed, his eyes wide with realization. “If

His expression was grim. "Mr Whitmore, we have a situation." "What kind of situation?" I asked, already feeling my headache intensify. "Our mining operation in Bangria City," Kendall said, falling into step beside me as we headed toward the elevators. "The license was revoked this morning." Bangria City is a newly discovered mineral zone that Whitmore Group had invested heavily in months ago. I stopped walking. "That's impossible. We followed every regulation, paid every f*e. Our lawyers verified everything before we broke ground. Did we fall short of any legal requirement?”