Barian Novels & Stories

/ I ask Baron, and he nods. /“It’s a scent and aura similar to mine and probably older than I am,”/ he replies, frowning, and a shiver shoots up his spine as his fur bristles. Baron is one of the oldest Lycan beasts out there, even older than the beast my father had. He’s seen and experienced things that no other beast has before and is only a few millennia younger than Kai’s beast, Loki. “We’ll deal with this in the morning,” I sigh and head toward the bathroom.

Alpha King Theon sighed reluctantly and said, “ Do tell us your opinion, you've never suggested anything before so it would be great to hear from you for the first time. ” She stood straight and glanced at Diana and then at Alpha Jon before making eye contact with everyone in the room, “ Alpha Bran called them wild chaotic barbarians if I'm not mistaken,” And they all nodded. “ My question is, how would barbarians such as themselves learn dark arts? People with no place to go or hide, would only spend time trying to survive and to exclude themselves from us ” “ That doesn't stop at least one of them from practising dark arts” Al

she mocked. Had Evander been a royal born, he would have felt her jabs closer to his heart but he wasn’t. He held back his defense of his ‘brother’. It was a reflex . He has always felt the need to defend the Baron when the non-indigenes of Harstark would get bored and spend what little free time they had, passing down stories that never existed. When you’re royalty, everyone seem to know you more than you know yourself, he guessed. Ignoring his growing anxiety about leaving Agrippa’s shop without the mix of magic dust he needed to hold Thomas on if he decided to avoid him, he replied the witch with a nod. Following her lead, he hopped on the surprisingly sturdy broom, helmet strapped tight

“Or the Medical Sage who heals all and restores life itself, the only miracle grade physician in the world!” Thud! Thud! Thud! Lord Barbenheim staggered back and nearly collapsed as his face turned deathly pale. “Or the commander of the underground society, the crownless king, the King of Hades, and the leader of Hell Hall!” “Impossible!” Lord Barbenheim’s face twisted in terror and disbelief. He could not believe it. So many staggering and earth-shattering identities could not possibly converge in a single person. “Of course, some also know me as the undefeated conqueror, the Eastern Warlord, the Eternal Emperor of the Era,” Dustin continued.

Griffin was also bobbing his head, slightly miffed that neither Slayer had immediately figured his clues out. “It’s Babor,” Aki said, a bit mystified herself at the way everything came flooding back to her. The name meant “beaver” and was an old nickname for a hard worker. “Yuri Babor,” she added breathlessly. “That’s the name of the chief architect.”

“State your name, barbarian” Caierre stared at them with hatred in his eyes. Barbarian that’s what they call him but who turned him into this? It was on his thirteen birthday when the Wulfren plains were invaded. The brightest light he has ever seen spread across the trees that surrounded the ashborn pack, eating everything its path as if it were alive and starving; as if it were seeking revenge and willing to destroy everything in its path, setting everything it touched aflame as well.

The handwriting was elegant and pleasant. Joanne quickly said, "What's on it?" Darryl cleared his throat and said, "My name is Barbha, the 36th Sect Master of the Fairy Feather Sect..." 'Barbha?' Darryl could not help saying, "What a strange name." Joanne also tilted her head and thought for a moment. She said, "It sounds like a name belonging to the barbarians. It seems like Barbha's a barbarian. I did not expect a hidden sect like the Fairy Feather Sect to let a barbarian be the Sect Master."

Ernie appeared very hospitable. “Let me introduce you, Master York. This is one of the outskirts’ most outstanding people alive, Bryar Flynn! “He’s an outer disciple of the Carrion Palace, one of the country’s sacred martial arts training grounds. He’s also a King of Arms! “You two should get acquainted. This is fate, after all!” Harvey glanced at Bryar curiously, not saying a word. “I told you, Ernie,” Bryar said, after sizing up Harvey. “I can handle this on my own. What’s the point of getting a brat here to help? Do you want him to die?”

He also had two ears on both sides of his face, which was a clear indication of someone from the Barong tribe! Barong tribe, the tribe of the wind also known as the weakest tribe but that didn't mean that the strongest person in the tribe was weak as well. The strongest person in the Barong tribe, the tribe leader Bala was said to be the best archer in all the land and using the law of wind with his arrows was even more lethal.

I glanced over to my father, the Alpha of the Blazing Wolves, who was walking beside me further into the middle of the woods where wolves went for only one purpose – to train with fire. “Yes, you can, son. You’re a Bane, and tell me, what does that mean again?” He asked as his fierce jet black eyes pierced into mine. “To- to burn, father. Our name means to burn.” I told him nervously. He smiled. Barely. A curve of the lips was already considered a smile for Helios Bane, who was quite literally named after the Greek god of the sun. Though besides the warmth it gave, my father didn’t necessarily have any other resemblance with the sun.