Baron Doom Novels & Stories

“Sooner or later, I will discover your true whereabouts, Baron. And when that day comes, there won’t be a single place left in this world for you to hide.” “Go ahead and look for me, my friend,” Baron challenged, emphasizing the word ‘friend’ with thick sarcasm. “I’ll prepare a grand welcome for you later. And oh, don’t celebrate too soon just because last night’s homemade bomb was successfully defused by that whore. Remember this, Carlos... I still have other plans far more beautiful for destroying all of you!” Click. The call was abruptly disconnected by Baron Cross, leaving behind only a long, monotonous buzzing sound inside the room.

"You will not lay a hand on her, Zeth, ever!" I gasped. The baron was really possessed! Zeth had gotten inside him, and that was a bigger problem! Swallowing hard, I let out a breath trying to calm myself. A boisterous laugh echoed through the whole barony, scaring my wits, blowing out the fires of the torches, and making the ground more gloomy. "You may refuse to tell me where she is, and yet, when my hands have finally caught her by her neck, I will drink her soul, crush her bones, and have you bathing in her blood."

Nana stuttered, trying to make Emily change her mind. Nathan smirked, satisfied with Emily's impression. He sure has trained her well. Then off you go. I expect your return in 72 hours. Again, every lip went what? They murmured. Everyone was shocked because Wolf was the name of a cartel who is known in the wild world for his brutality, and just like Nathan, he was ruthless. He is an assassin. He is the only guy every rotten government calls to clean up their mess. In short, he is a dead man. No one has ever crossed his part to tell the story.

A way of keeping girls in line with the threat of being used sexually? “I’m sorry.” Domenico removed his gun and stuffed it back in his waistband before standing. “Get him cleaned up and back to Jax.” “Be grateful la Bestia granted you mercy,” Marco said to the slug. My brow scrunched at the name—the Beast. It was fitting. Once again, the slug’s eyes widened and snapped to Domenico. He immediately turned onto his knees, bowing in front of Domenico, arms outstretched on the floor, his head down.

" Is he afraid of running out of their race? " Baron almost choked after he heard it, while the other two are struggling to breathe because the noodle almost came out of their nose. " N-no, that's not the reason. It's too shallow, " Baron said after drinking a glass of water to calm himself. " He's in his early thirties and he's still active. " She raised her eyebrow. " So, why did he even bother to have a deal with me? I mean, she can just pick a girl out there and make her pregnant? "

AVERY’S POV: As the door closed behind her, I returned to the endless stack of documents. Contracts. Financial breakdowns. Threat assessments. I picked at my food between pages—spoon in one hand, red pen in the other—until a quiet knock broke through the quiet. “Come in,” I said without looking up. The door creaked open, and Baron stepped in. He wasn’t dressed like he’d gone to sleep. In fact, he looked like he hadn’t even thought of it. His sleeves were rolled, his posture straight—but his eyes showed hesitation and thoughts.

Instead, he used his own razor-sharp tail fin to slice a chunk out of Baron’s own, like an ancient warrior who cuts off his enemy’s arm as his spoil for winning. Baron’s whole body shuddered, but he was not yielding and glared at Dicken even as he laughed. “Why won’t you kill me? You know that I’m not going to die so easily when the Nest exists. Aren’t you afraid that I would usurp your throne?”

“She also wants pics of when you are at your most pissed moment. Baron appeared at the bathroom door, He leaned casually against the door frame. His shirt was half-buttoned and he had a playful smirk on his face. “Only if you promise to look this relaxed in the pictures.” I rolled my eyes, chuckling softly. “Deal. Now hurry up and join me before the water gets cold. Baron paused for a moment, taking in every word I said. “You want me to join you? That bathtub is too tiny for both of us.” I arched a brow, giving him that lazy smile that indicated that his complaints were lame. “Are you saying you’re scared of a little squeeze, bae? Are you scared you are going to be sharing a close proximit

Just the soft clink of ceramic and the faint sound of something sizzling. I stopped just outside the doorway. Baron stood at the counter in one of my shirts—far too big on him, sleeves rolled, hem brushing mid-thigh. His hair was still slightly messy, face relaxed in a way I rarely got to see. He hummed under his breath, focused, completely unaware of the danger that lived beyond these walls. He cracked an egg against the edge of a bowl. Shell went everywhere. He stared at it for a long second. “…Fuck,” he muttered.

The person said in English. The harsh winds suddenly stopped and the voice stopped chanting. I turned around and heaved a sigh when I didn't see the bear around, but instead I saw a woman bearing an uncanny resemblance to Camille. At first, I thought she was Kourtney until I stared hard at her. Unlike Camille, who had tanned skin, her skin was white as snow, and her hair, long silver ombre, was braided behind her. On her head was a silver crown beautified with gemstones. Her neck was also adorned with a necklace with a symbol of a werewolf. "Is everything alright?" Camille asked and looked up at me. "You are bleeding!" She pointed to my lips and placed her hands behind my back. She gasped wh