Barbarian Mine Novels & Stories

His pulse refused to slow down. *Pathetic.* That was the word for this. For all of it. Three years of being humiliated by someone and still, still, lying in bed every morning hoping for one more glimpse of him before school forced them back into their assigned roles .... bully and joke, golden boy and punchline. Ezra had never told anyone. Not Sophie. Not his mother. Some secrets you buried so deep they became part of the foundation, load-bearing walls holding up everything else, and you learned to live around the shape of them instead of ever digging them out.

Lee tease me and laugh. I smile to her. "You know if you are someone else, I will beat a shit out of you but you are my best friend and yes she is beautiful but HER BEAUTY IS ONLY FOR MINE"

Once she regained her composure, she asked, "How could you do this to me!" "My dear, you can't bear anymore children. I need someone who can, and that's what Riley here is going to be used for. She has Alpha blood in her, and she's just come into her prime. She will be perfect. My army will increase in size and I will have a Bitch who will bear my mark and birth my heirs to only make me stronger. If you really want to continue getting fucked, I can call on you. However, we both know I have others who will do the trick just nicely." Riley stood there shocked by the words she had just heard. She needed to get out. This was not how her life was supposed to begin or end.

Barov fixed his collar, "We have previously burned through the vast majority of the mineral pay in the last half month, so assuming the Months of the Devils really happens as long as the crystal gazers have anticipated, I dread that the food won't endure till the finish of winter." "Then I believe that you should top off the whole vault," Roland said without a second thought, "Make one more arrangement with Willow Town and don't make it the one to focus on. The main steam motor has proactively been shipped to the mine, and the rock from the breakdown has previously been totally tidied up. During the whole winter, we can in any case get a little yield from the mines. Unpleasant stones are par

A realm above the Lord of War! Such a realm was the stuff of legends, a transcendent state his mother's old tomes spoke of in hushed tones. ... At Wafford Mining's Ninth District, Darius Labar led a brigade of more than one hundred and fifty miners. They were decked out in gear from head to toe—helmets, ropes, shovels, and even emergency medical kits. They stood at the mine's entrance, their faces etched with worry. With a whoosh, the Duke of War, known as Green Dragon, burst forth from the mine's depths. Sweat-soaked and wrapped in an inner power, he took several heaving breaths, his face finally regaining some color.

Bohdan replied. “Why in the hell would an abandoned mine connect to the prison? And where is the fucking prison? There’s a mountain behind us.” “It’s not a mountain, more like a large hill. Probably was a gold mine at one time,” Bohdan replied. “I don’t remember anything like this in Kansas,” Cara said. “I grew up on a farm, but not like this.” Bohdan scanned the landscape and saw a town off in the distance. “Look, I can see a town over there,” Bohdan said.

“My mother was from the South too.” Darius, who had been lying back on the bed, suddenly looked at me. “Your mother?” His voice sounded different this time. I nodded. “Yes. The Northern Pack took her years ago.” I picked up another piece of clothing, folded it, and placed it beside the others. “They forced her to become a breeder after bringing her here. That’s how my brother and I were born. We’re both half Southern.” Darius stared at me, and for once, he didn’t have a quick answer. “You’re half Southern?”

"Only three males in Nightfall Territory know the core syntax of that code. You are one of them." "If I wanted to destroy the Varkane Syndicate, Xender, I would use a silver grenade, not a keyboard," Briar mutters, turning his back on me and gesturing toward the heavy iron door at the rear of the hall. "In the back. Now. Before the sentinels smell the panic leaking through your pores."

Racheal nodded, listening attentively. “So we learned quickly those who were willing to sell it for extra money to teenagers. They called these things other names. They were not fixed. If you knew what the bad guys in that place called their goods, you could walk to the bar and ask for cinnamon and be sold marijuana under the table. Cinnamon could be cigarettes too at the supermarket next door.” Racheal’s jaw dropped. “What do you think Bourbon meant here?” “I don’t know. Asad Achillie is here.” Jade said, looking into the rearview mirror.

I stumbled on falling on my knees again but he didn't budge. I felt my body freeze completely as I received a shattered glass with hot water splashing all over me and broken glasses cutting my skin. "Is this how you will repay my family? I let you marry my son thought you will give us luck, but you are just the same as all the women he met." Bernard shouted, shaking with anger. I could see his veins almost pop on his face.