Novel & Cerita Barian

‘Lady Sophia Laera,” a male voice boomed coming from the dragon. Sophia was stunned by his voice but she wasn’t expecting him to call her Laera, which only the royals should be called. “I-I am not a princess. I’m Sophia Marshall,” she said. The dragon continued to stare at him before he snorted, at least that was how Sophia interpreted the air coming out from his nose. ‘You were betrayed by your kingdom. You are the princess of life, and the aide of the Bane of the dragons. Lady Sophia Laera.’

"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.

He gave an exaggerated bow worthy of a royal performer. Beside him, Darius sighed deeply. "You practiced that." "I absolutely did." Lucian said proudly. "It's embarrassing." Darius huffed. "I call it elegance," Lucian said with a smirk. "It's still embarrassing," Darius said. Lucian ignored him before motioning toward his cousin. "And this grumpy-looking giant beside me is His Majesty's Beta, Commander of the Royal Army, future headache of the kingdom, and my beloved best friend— Prince Darius Blackthorn."

I stand back up. "Havin' fun wit' your whore, little Cousin?" he asks. I scowl at him, but he doesn't see since Cesar quickly shoves me behind him. "Who are you to interrupt us?" Cesar hisses. "Couldn't you see 'dat we were in 'de middle of something?" "The fuckin' King of the barbarians," Red Fox smugly replies Cesar scoffs. "And who am I, Younger Cousin?" Cesar roar " No my cousin I am the goddamn King of the 'de barbarians. The King "

"You didn’t know yet, Mae? I’m Byantara Samudra’s stepbrother. My name is Baraka Samudra. We didn’t get a proper introduction back then, did we?" Kia blinked, startled by Bara’s bold declaration. She glanced discreetly at Byan, who was now deliberately standing in front of her, blocking Bara’s approach. Kia could sense Byan’s antipathy toward Bara, and it wasn’t just out of jealousy. Their relationship clearly wasn’t a good one.

At the back of his remaining pack which was a little due to just how much Marissa killed them off and how few they were in the first place. “For what? Killing my men? Harming my mate? Or trying to exterminate my pack while I was away. Very unethical, if I do say so myself”. Dario said as he circled the bear king that suddenly found it hard to breathe, swallowing his saliva as a way to get rid of the tension he felt but he had made up his mind to take whatever it was that came with this visit. “I apologize Alpha Dario. However, an apology is not the reason for my visit. I came because I want to join forces with you to wage a war against the humans for breaking their own end of the bargain fir

I looked up at him. "I don't want to eat you. I want you to be my personal cook, however there is something else I want from you as well." Before I could even ask or speak at all Brian too my hand in his and said with a smile on his face. "I want you to be mine, you are kind and sweet and caring and compassionate. And oh how I bet you would make u the most beautiful children ever. I want to fill this big caslte with children. Soon we can have them have their own wives or husbands and we will have this castle filled with children again. We will keep the cannibalism in the family of course. How it will be fun for u to capture people and eat them for dinner every night. You never know how good

Opposite them, the gangplank of the lead copper war-barge lowered with a heavy, mechanical thud. The figures stepping onto the mainland stone were not Lycans, and they were not humans. They were the Saurian Janissaries of the Eastern Steppes—towering, bipedal elite warriors whose bodies were covered in thick, interlocking scales of deep crimson and emerald green. They wore no armor, only heavy kilts of woven fire-silk, and their elongated, reptilian jaws were lined with rows of serrated, yellow bone teeth. In their clawed hands, they held heavy, long-barreled halberds that hummed with a dangerous, volcanic pressure.