Baron Fantasy High Novels & Stories

Baron was in front, his arms crossed over his chest as a sadistic smile spreading across his face. "There she is," he sneered. "Our little stray." I stopped, my heart racing. Don't. Don't let them see you flinch, I thought to myself. But they already had. Baron moved slowly towards me. "The pack has been restless," he said. "Tensions are high and the people need… entertainment." Cora snorted. "She'll be really good for that." Baron turned to the crowd. "So we're going to play a little game."

Baron, who had now worked out what was happening, stepped forward forcing my hands into his and pausing my worried pacing, instantly the sparks which erupt when I’m in his presence fill my hands allowing my thoughts to rush a little slower. “All of those men are gone, no one is going to hurt or kill you I swear. This is all in your mind remember, you are not that little girl anymore fleeing from the wolves, you are my beautiful mate and Queen who has been through hell and back and won.” Baron began to remind me placing his hands on either side of my face so I couldn’t get away and all my attention was on him, where even though I was panicking, I began to listen.

The Baron waved his hand toward Ethan and urged him to hurry since this Baron couldn't contain his enthusiasm at the idea of collecting all the money from a single white ticket that he didn't realize was a ploy. (So this is the person who was mad enough to sell his wife and daughter to slavery for a cash of money.) Ethan pondered as he gently nodded his head to the Baron and turned. "This way, Baron," He started walking, followed by Baron, who was still lost in his delusion. (Humans like him have to be exterminated as soon as possible.) - "Oh, what a really luxurious room!" The Baron's eyes widened in surprise as they entered a room that had been particularly constructed for him, with fine f

Anslem, Rubian Capital 2030 General Barron sat in his study, staring into space as he was plagued by disturbing thoughts. Barron was starting to regret sending his only daughter to Silvera just so she could become queen. Barron knew his daughter was very beautiful and he loved her dearly. Hazel's beauty was beyond the beauty of the Rubians and if she didn't have brown eyes and hair, he would've believed that she was either a silver blood or a blue blood. He snorted to himself, he was being totally ridiculous. She was his daughter and as far as he could tell, he was a red- blood.

Haspan snarled. He pushed a burst of shadow toward Baron. Baron grabbed it with his bare hands. The magic burned him-cracked his skin-smoked his palms. But he held it. And broke it. He crushed the magic in his fist until it shattered like black glass. Haspan froze. For the first time-fear crossed his face. Baron leaned in, voice low, chest heaving, eyes glowing like twin suns. His burnt hands healed. "You will never touch her again." Then he slammed Haspan's head into the stone floor so hard the whole palace shook.

Making full eye contact with the demon across the table from me, I formed the words, “What do I have to do?” “Get onto a boat and go somewhere no one has successfully gone in at least 80 years. You will act as an interpreter for the expedition. Upon the completion of the expedition and your arrival home it will be something that you will never be allowed to speak of to anyone. If you do a bullet to the back of your head is the best of circumstances that you could ask for in consideration of all the other things that might be done to you instead. In short, if you do your part thorough and stay quiet, we will see to it that your parents get to stay on in their new fantasyland and that you get

I know Mom loves me and the last thing she wants for her daughter is be sent to the wilderness. I just sigh my thoughts away and prepare for SCHOOL. I fix my bed, take a bath, and wear my disguise. I am chuckling like an idiot in the mirror as I fix my cute red tie. A hundred and twenty one years old, in high school, as a nerd - I think nothing funny can't ever happen to my life again. I put on my fake silver braces and look at my favorite flower-shaped table clock. "7:14" the clock says. Having werewolf speed is helpful in this kind of rush. I then proceed below, so I can grab a quick breakfast.

“That is what I shall call you henceforth because I can see that you are a combination of Erin and Edvana who are both Lunas. And as for your first question, I believe I have already answered that. My brother is a weakling who does not deserve the position he now occupies, and I am ready to take over from him and enter into my destiny as the supreme leader of the werewolves. I mean, look at me, am I not fit to be a Prime Alpha?” She wasn’t sure if that was a rhetorical question, but she chose not to answer it. “What is this place?” She asked instead. “This is one of the perks of being a powerful being like me,” he said proudly. “I can create any reality I choose with the help of my trusted f

The seabirds were noisy, pulling her gaze to the busy harbour. “Having fun?” Beyla started, breaking into a smile as her brother sat down beside her. He had Miriam’s dark brown hair, Ketil’s grey eyes and their father’s long legs. “I’ve missed you,” she said. Tyr stared out to sea and she realised there was something on his mind. She laid her head against his shoulder, the wildflowers abandoned in her lap. “How do you feel about becoming a queen?” he asked, after a while. She wrinkled her nose. “You know I’ll be next to useless at it. Whereas you will be a great Jarl someday.”

they barked. The Bloodfangs weren’t trying to kill us. They were herding us. I turned sharply, just as a screech echoed from the cliffside. A massive form emerged from the mist. Wings. Jagged, skeletal. Eyes like molten gold. It wasn’t a Bloodfang. It was something worse. “Revenant!” Freya shouted. The beast let out a shriek that rattled my bones. Revenants were ancient—monsters twisted by the old magic buried deep in the land. Few who saw one lived to tell the tale.