Barian Novels & Stories

“Emi, she said if you don’t then I won’t be able to finish my training as a warrior.” My hands balled into fists, that devil woman. She knew the reason Darrien saved as much of his wages as possible was because he was training to be a warrior. The warrior exam was expensive, as were the items the warriors needed to take the exam. Becoming a warrior was his best chance at moving up in the pack and his only hope of creating a better life for his parents. Otherwise, he would have simply made his life as comfortable as possible, much like all the others in our position. It was notoriously difficult and expensive to move up within the pack, the reason why only the most determined and frugal were

DANE “Alpha King, this is the civilian we're talking about," My three men were holding a young man the same age as my daughter. When I saw his wounds and bruises, my brow furrowed. "Did you hurt him?" They were all nodding. "No, Alpha King, we never hurt him," "We had just seen him in that situation. He looks so ferocious." I felt sad for this young man all of a sudden. He appears to be in pain and under stress. How could anyone hurt such a young man? He looks gentle.

The nine Barons of War were even above Grandmasters; they were dominant strength supreme grand martials! As for the four Dukes of War, each one had reached the level of spirit energy Martial Overlord, super strong individuals capable of dominating a region and guarding the borders of the country. "I appreciate everyone's concern," Alexander said with a smile, addressing the miners before him. "As I've said before, no one should underestimate you, nor should they underestimate Wafford Mining Corporation, or the Chesire Group. And that includes the Walbeer family." What confidence he exuded. It was not baseless arrogance but an undeniable fact.

Emerging from a group of bushes, emerge twenty men, all of them armed and all looking rather filthy. Their tunics were caked in black stains while various insects were crawling around the bird shite that covered their cloaks. The only thing that looked clean in their outfits was a single large lavender strap tied to their elbows. “Identify yourselves strangers!” Varkii shouts at them. One of them raises his axe and points it at us and shouts “I’ll ask the same of you Remanian pig!” the stranger replies. “They’re Barbarian mercenaries” Pal’lacon murmured. We had faced down some of their kind before, many Barbarians mercenaries or

"I heard some of the men referring to you as whores." Aria laughed, her deep-set eyes crinkling at the corners. "It’s not a derogatory word around here. Some of us were born into this world, others were saved from the outside and brought here. Everyone is respected around here. No one can do anything to us without our permit. Mariano is one of the best Don's we've ever had. He's strong, ruthless, a great leader, and loves the family. My father told me that he's exactly like his great grandfather, Salvatore. Everyone loved him." I nodded. Well, if they were so passionate about him…

Brand asked the older man called Birger, pointing discreetly with his elbow. Birger chuckled as if he had been told a joke and moved his eyes to take in the man standing under the lean - to next to one of the chicken coops. "He is no one," he answered, shrugging a shoulder. "Just a thrall. I think he is one of the pitiful clan that tries to hide in the sea caves. They get caught regularly trying to steal our food." He shrugged again as if it were of no consequence. "At least here they are fed and have a roof over their heads."

Demoleon shrugged, bracing himself on the wall as he got back to his feet. “I’m not sure if that’s specifically an animal thing. There are plenty of men that are unfaithful to their wives and have many mistresses. Some even take other men in secret.” he sighed. “That is true. I know Minos is unfaithful to my mother.” I nodded. “Come on. They’re probably worried.” I gestured for him to follow me.

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."

"I am Cassian. His Majesty's Beta. You answer directly to me unless the King explicitly says otherwise. Do you understand?" ​"Yes." ​"Yes... what?" ​I hesitated, swallowing the lump of pride in my throat. "Yes... Beta Cassian." ​He nodded. "Better." ​Cassian turned toward a pair of soldiers standing near the armory. "Bring it out." ​The two warriors dragged a massive, iron-bound wooden barrel into the very center of the yard. It was filled to the brim with slush and icy mountain water. Cassian pointed a finger at the heavy iron handles.

Whitney, however, had completely lost her temper, screaming, "Who the hell let you in here?" Baron paid her no mind, walking up to Wilbur with a smile. "Are you Wilbur Penn, the head of the Abyss Mercenaries, the real boss of Cape Consortium, top dog of Kardon Province, head of the Kardon Province Cultivators Association, Sanctuary level cultivator, and Divine General Trevor Penn?" Wilbur looked back at Baron with a frown. Whitney and the rest, however, were in a state of shock. What did the guy just say?