Baron Blood Marvel Novels & Stories

Baron smirked. “Don't you dare touch my mate because I swear to God that I will kill you if anything happens to her!” Baron mocked him some more, threatening that if he died. It would be the end of Serena's life, that threat compelled Beta Kyle to follow him. “Just follow me without any complaint or else. Puff!, there goes her brain” Baron said and laughed. He loved the power of control. *** Eva had been expecting Alpha Trent's response, but nothing had come forth. She doubted if Xavier was being sincere with her.

He glanced at Giovanni again seeking permission. She gave the faintest nod.“Leo,” the boy answered.Russell repeated it quietly.“Leo.”The name settled strangely in his chest.His gaze drifted to the back of the boy’s neck where the faint Van-Doren birthmark curved along the skin like a crescent.The mark of Alpha blood.No doubt remained. The Russell rose slowly, his towering presence suddenly filling the courtyard with oppressive power.“You should have told me,” he said quietly.Giovanni’s lips curved faintly.“Should I?”The challenge in her tone was subtle but unmistakable.Russell’s wolf stirred violently beneath his skin.

The room dipped into even more silence as blood continued to pour down my arm, I knew it would be better if I take all the glass out so my body could begin the healing process, even if that task hurt like a bitch. “I had assumed we would have a more peaceful breakfast, but it seems as though any situation with you involved becomes rather explosive.” Baron spoke breaking through the silence as he watched me, I thought he would be angry that I’d just assaulted one of his workers, but deep in his eyes seemed to be a mixture of pride and odd desire for what I’d done.

"Kill, or be unmade." Baron's chest thundered like a war drum. The blade in his hand shook-not from weakness, but from fury and shock at himself. His instincts screamed to obey, to end a strange trembling girl on rags in front of him. The Hollow demanded blood. His eyes locked on his, wide and raw, her lips parting as though she already knew what was coming. Kill omega. Claim your rank. The voice coiled in his skull, molten and absolute.

Aaram will be king! Jarob felt his pulse rate triple as he battled to sit up without hearing his fragile bone snap out of place. "Woman, have you lost your mind?" "What I have just said is the truth." She answered with relish, watching the countenance of his face change as the realization of what he had just done dawned on him. Suddenly Jarob felt unexplainable pain… "My throne…my bloodline, you tricked me, you venomous woman!" He was struck with shock and felt his body system stop working at that moment; it was as though the blood in his veins stopped flowing.

“I figured you didn't know that one bit. You are the key, Olive. You. When you mark me, I will be the one. Your venom will flow through me, empower me, make me stronger and shoot me to the throne of the sovereign.” The cage door slid open soundlessly and The Baron walked in smoothly. Olive was standing straight, staring at him. Shocked at the new information. She had never thought of marking Wayne. Only he marked her. She knew some females marked their males, but it held no significance, and it was merely a pleasure thing. “It is just my luck you haven't given the precious venom to that bastard,” The Baron whispered into her ear then licked it. Olive was repulsed by the feel of his cold tong

Sapphira sucked in a breath but didn't drop her guard. "I'm sorry they chased you, pretty wolf," King Evander slung his jacket onto the sofa and unbuttoned the cuffs of his black shirt, his wolves snapping to attention. He was the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on; freckles dotted his red skin, and his yellow eyes held hers as he rolled up his sleeves, exposing his thick arms. He smirked at her. Prick. Her growl made the remnants of the windows shudder. "Why don't you let your wolf out to play?" He stepped closer, picking at invisible lint on his shirt, "we could have fun, you and I."

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

Julian’s eyes flicker between Blade and me and he says, “Don’t tarnish our line with this half-blood. Do you understand me?” Blade scoffs, “You can’t control me, father.” Julian’s eyebrows raise, I don’t think that Blade has ever stood up to him before. The look of shock is rather satisfying. Blade turns on his heel and faces me, “Let’s go to your room, Raya. I can get food brought to us.” Julian yells behind us, “We have nothing for humans!” Blade calls back as he leads me away, “She’s a half-blood! She drinks like us.”

he repeated but this time, it looks like he wanted a clear answer. "Solcetur Borromeo." I bowed my head down, dropping my eyes to the book. "Okay, Sol. It is a pleasure meeting you. You are lucky now because our notorious Lord is here..." He playfully glanced at my Master who watched us with his eyes that resembled darts. He shrugged, "...was kind enough to hire a mentor for a blood slave. I don't know what changed though. Maybe he's getting kinder or softer or maybe, he's just hungry—"