Barbarians At The Gate Novels & Stories

“D-Don't come near me!” I can't help but be concerned about his unusual behavior. Why does he always lash out? “Alpha, you must take a step back! He could attack you!" Outside, security stepped in and was about to attack the young man. “Don't be concerned. I've got it! You don't have to hurt this young man!” In a commanding tone, I yelled. The securities appear perplexed. “But, Alpha—-” “Believe your Alpha, and please return to your post,"

Serra envied her sister for that because it was something that she lacks. There were six of them that stood near the gate. The gate was made of huge and thick slabs of wood painted in brown with the village's symbol at the centre - each half of the gate and the symbol formed when the gate closed. The wall stood high as ever, blocking her view of the outside world. There were towers above the wall where archers occupy, bow and arrow ready and a cauldron of fire beside them.

Hadassah declared, though at least she had the sense to keep her voice low "Silence," said Moriah. "Remember where you are. They were heading to the Garde Hundreds had come to the battle gates to bear witness to the burning of the Battle of Blood. The smell in the air was ugly. Even for soldiers, it was hard not to feel uneasy at such an affront to the gods most had worshiped all their live

"No spears. No thrown weapons. No scent-poisoning. No outside strikes. No harm shall come to Baron Ortega from Haspan Cosmoses or his line-by pact." The stadium rumbled with whispers. Then the massive iron doors on both ends ground open. From the east came HASPAN. He entered like a storm. A monstrous army behind him-shields, drums, banners, thousands ready. Gasps rippled through the stands. From the west: BARON. Only his surviving pack members. Thirty one men. Nothing more. The people shifted uncomfortably-fear creeping in. Haspan stepped forward, snarling. "Baron, listen to your father. End this madness. Clearly, we can all see that fate has played its game and always knows what's good for

Below, the south gate stood shut, iron teeth of the massive wooden gate glinting. Through the gaps I saw them: at least a hundred wolves and men on foot, banners snapping; black and green, Shadowpine colors. Jakob Bjarnarson sat at the front on a big gray horse, armor strapped tight, face hard as the stone under my feet. My own father. The man who used to tell me stories about brave Lunas. Now he looked ready to carve me open. Gunnar stopped ten feet from the gate and crossed his arms. "Open the speaking slit," he called up. A guard cranked a lever. The small barred window in the gate dropped with a clang.

I fell unconscious for minutes that seemed like eternity but Asher didn't care about me, but his baby who his mistress was carrying. “Barren” The word still echoed in my mind even when I tried to shake it off, he saw me as someone who's barren, he called me a BARREN WOMAN. I had never known Asher was so desperate to get a child. We never talked about it the hard way, we were never bothered by it but I was wrong, I was only being kept in the dark.

Baron growls lowly as we drew even closer to the entrance, two men in suits stood either side of the doors, I’ll have to assume their guards of some description. Before I had the chance to speak and repeat to Baron that all was going to be okay, two other people seemed to float out of the front door. Instantly, I saw the change in Baron once the pair caught his eyes, he became tense as though he was preparing for something awful to happen, whilst I simply watched them intrigued. If these people want a battle, I can sure as hell give them one.

“What are they doing here?” Sweeping my eyes all over the building, it didn't look like a significant place to me else I would have said that they came to meet with an important personality. If anything, it appeared to me like a place where deals would be sealed behind closed doors. However, why would they have to come in the first place? Just above the door was a Neon sign with the words: ‘Brad's Place’ written boldly on it. “Is there something wrong?” Sera asked, with a tinge of curiosity in her voice. “Did you see someone?”

Sydney hugged me, saying, "Come home if you feel sad." I nodded, and as I left, a commotion caught my attention. A girl was pushed into a puddle by boys, her white dress stained with dirt. Sydney scolded the boys, and I helped the girl up. She clutched a stuffed bear tightly, its face splashed with mud. "Is this important to you?" I asked. She nodded, trying in vain to clean the mud off. Sydney sighed, "This child waits for her family at the gate every day, but no one comes."

It brushed against my skin like unseen fingers, testing, making sure I carried true Alpha blood. I felt the subtle shift in the air as my car passed the border’s radius: a faint hiss, pulsing energy, a whisper only understood by those born of the pack. Then finally, my headlights caught the silhouette of a massive wooden gate. Over ten meters tall, carved with old runes on every side. The runes glowed faintly, reacting to my presence, as if acknowledging their Alpha’s return. Two men stood firm before the gate. Dark uniforms clung to their bodies, leather belts bearing the Nightbane emblem at their waists. Their eyes flashed golden for a second—the mark of warriors sharpened under countless