Barian Novels & Stories

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

as an account of his journey. 2,600 years ago, when the people of Decarabian rebelled, led by the Nameless Bard Barbatos (then known as "the Elf"), the Decarabian 's former lover Amos, and the Red-haired Warrior, when Clan Brunilderin, led by his current namesake Brunilderin, also takes part in the battle.

Every time he moved, Banjee would shatter a large group of skeleton soldiers into pieces. Barbarian King was the same; there was infinite power emanating from his fists. He transformed into a meat grinder as he rampaged through the skeleton soldiers in the area. Those soldiers would be shattered into pieces wherever he went.

"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."

I gushed a little too excitedly. "German Shepherd and he named him Slash," I heard him chuckling to himself, "he thought it was badass name according to him but it's actually one of his hacker terms." So I learned something new. Their eighteen-year-old brother was probably a hacker or something along the lines of one. Ace seemed to be into something more dangerous and deadly and Gunnar seemed to be into the business side of things. He seemed like the type to initiate meetings. But it was all one business. The question remained, what was said business?

Thus, gradually, one by one, the territory collapsed and became prey to demon-beasts. The Barnabas Kingdom. The Western Frontier of the Fortis Kingdom. This area was directly adjacent to Barney County, which was in the southwest area of the Fortis Kingdom. The dimensional crack in Barney County had been sealed, but there was no guarantee that it would not reopen. The initial victims fell precisely in the Barney County area.

his right cheeks following few punches on his face and kicks in his stomach, shabbier was in his early sixties however his well build and maintained body made him look much more younger, also his punches were as strong as some young fighter “HOW DARE YOU…. BASTARD…. HOW DARE YOU TO EVEN THINK OF KILLING RAVAN… HUH…? DON’T YOU DARE FORGET YOUR PLACE HERE….. DON’T YOU RMEMBER YOUR OLD DAYS WHEN I PICKED YOU UP FROM THE BROTHAL WHERE YOU WHORE MOTHER WAS WORKING AS SLUT haaa….?” Shabbier growled loudly as he purposely scratch Vivan old wounds… “DON’T YOU FUCKING SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY MOTHER SHABBIER…. DON’T SAY A WORD ABOUT HER….” Vivan too growled back on him and in split second their surroun