Barian Novels & Stories

His body had used everything all at once. A few minutes later, Creed again picked himself from the ground. His stamina and Chakra reserves were still drained out. His eyes were sullen from it and his stomach was growling too. Putting aside his hunger and exhaustion, Creed summoned the holographic console in front of him again. Some notifications were visible on the screen. [Congratulations!! Mr. Creed Gryffon. You have successfully broken the highest record made by contender Varun Bakshi of the Phoenix Clan.] “Who is this Varun Bakshi?” Creed pondered on the notification, “Wait!! He is from the Phoenix Clan!!”

If Dannie gave him the tiniest excuse he would fire every last bullet into her. Suddenly several of Possibly-Shawn’s men were shoved forward and Balric walked in behind them. His eyes fell first on Possibly-Shawn then Dannie. More embarrassment flooded through her. Dannie kept her eyes on the tiles. “What is going on here?” Balric demanded, his gruff voice cold and even. “Who the hell are you?” Possibly-Shawn demanded right back at him. “Balric, ex Blade of Praetor Caius,” Balric replied, his voice getting gruffer as he spoke.

Outside, the night wind blew the heavy, worn curtains, mirroring the state of the once-lively manor now devoid of warmth. Darius sat casually in a plush chair, once a symbol of wealth but now a little worn. His smile, thin but satisfied, couldn't be hidden, feeling content with the plans set in motion. "Baron," he spoke in a low yet firm voice, "this is an opportunity we cannot waste. My warning is clear—we are at the perfect juncture. This marriage is not just about political gain, but about toppling Veraga and taking control of everything."

Laryn stood up and wiped the blood from his face. "He's scrappy," he said to the other two dragons. I was slower to get up this time, but finally managed to gain my feet. "You next," I nodded to Sarn. "Hell no," he said. "I don't look good in red; that's Bastian's color." He gave me an ear to ear grin and stepped forward with his hand out. "I'm Sarn. What's your name?" I looked from his hand to the grin on his face. I took his offered hand and we shook. "I'm Tahr, of the royal silver dynasty."

Something to make the barbarian uncomfortable. That confused me though. Who is he to Mardichi that he cares about his opinion? 'Brother.' The recollection dawned on me immediately. But I realized just as fast how impractical that was. They look nothing alike. The barbarian was a great monster of a man. His shoulders nearly twice as wide as those of the other man who was tall and slender. I'd have thought him large before having seen Mardichi. *** "Sebastian." Mardichi sighed in defeat as he watched the other man pressing past him to enter the hut.

She watched as the Baron bade a temporary goodbye to his aunt. “Thank you for your timely intercession with the Duke. I know the news had shocked you, but you recovered fast enough to back me up.” “He is a gambler and a businessman at heart. He will come through eventually; I just made it quicker,” the elderly lady said with a kind twinkle in her eyes. It clearly showed how much favor Fabian enjoyed with this aunt of his. “Now, off you go. And do be careful. I hope to be there when you make your vows to make sure the court in Paris will know I witnessed.”

Zara explains gently, her voice soft. "Feral?" I ask, looking at the three of them, confused. "You would become a rogue," Zane spits. "Now, come on. He's waiting." Just another Alpha. Nothing to worry about. Right?

Why is everyone asking me about my hair? "Yes it is.. cool color huh?" Lexi answers in my place. "I wasn't asking you, idiot." The boy says and Lexi gives him a light punch on his shoulder. "Hi, I'm Antonio. But all my friends call me Tony so please call me Tony." I grab his hand and offer him a handshake. "I'm Morgana."

Migi continued walking, and he gradually saw the familiar volume of the man. "It seems like it happened before, ah, those times when he was also wearing an apron," he whispered. "Seb? " Slowly, the man faced him. So handsome! Migi can't help but be amazed because this man looks like a Greek god. "Have a seat, Migi. I'm almost done cooking," he said softly. Migi still couldn't escape the shock as he stared at that bulk of Sebastian's that he didn't expect him to see. How long has it been since he last saw it? and in a similar situation.

Laryn stood up and wiped the blood from his face. "He's scrappy," he said to the other two dragons. I was slower to get up this time, but finally managed to gain my feet. "You next," I nodded to Sarn. "Hell no," he said. "I don't look good in red; that's Bastian's color." He gave me an ear to ear grin and stepped forward with his hand out. "I'm Sarn. What's your name?" I looked from his hand to the grin on his face. I took his offered hand and we shook. "I'm Tahr, of the royal silver dynasty."